MRS. METHERELL. You didn't know I cared! Because I haven't gone and shouted with the others round the field, because I haven't dinned it in your ears and did my level best to stop them spoiling you, do you think I took no pride in knowing you're the idol of the town? I'll show you if I care. Out of that door, Mr. Whitworth. Out of that door, I say. You've brought trouble on this house.
AUSTIN. Really, this is very embarrassing.
MRS. METHERELL. I'll embarrass you. You've made my Jack unpopular. What do you want here? Your daughter? Take her and go.
AUSTIN. What I wanted was a little private conversation with your son, Mrs Metherell.
MRS. METHERELL. You've finished with my son. You're not his master now.
AUSTIN. No. But as a friend, I hoped——
MRS. METHERELL. And you're not his friend.
AUSTIN. I can't make things clear if you won't let me, Mrs. Metherell.
MRS. METHERELL. They're clear enough.
AUSTIN (desperately). Metherell, will you do me the favour of stepping outside with me for three minutes' business conversation?