MRS. METHERELL. Then, where's your objection?
EDMUND. My objection, stated explicitly, is—— (Hesitating.)
MRS. METHERELL. Yes? Go on.
EDMUND. I find it rather difficult to explain to you.
MRS. METHERELL. I've a thick skin.
EDMUND (desperately). My niece's training and upbringing do not make her a fit wife for your son, Mrs. Metherell.
MRS. METHERELL. Did you make a mess of her upbringing?
EDMUND. No, but——
MRS. METHERELL. How did you bring her up?
EDMUND. As a lady.