beatrice. [unable to resist temptation.] If I'd tried to leave you, Booth, you'd have whipped me . . wouldn't you?
booth. [ecstatically complacent.] Ha . . well . . !
beatrice. Do say yes. Think how it'll frighten Emily.
The Major strokes his moustache and is most friendly.
booth. Hugh's been a worry to me all my life. And now as Head of the Family . . Well, I suppose I'd better go and give the dear old chap another talking to. I quite see your point of view, Beatrice.
beatrice. Why disturb him at his book?
major booth leaves them, squaring his shoulders as becomes a lord of creation. The two sisters-in-law go on with their work silently for a moment; then beatrice adds . .
beatrice. Do you find Booth difficult to manage, Emily?
emily. [putting down her knitting to consider the matter.] No. It's best to allow him to talk himself out. When he's done that he'll often come to me for advice. I let him get his own way as much as possible . . or think he's getting it. Otherwise he becomes so depressed.
beatrice. [quietly amused.] Edward shouldn't hear this. What has he to do with women's secrets?