Echoes of the War

by J. M. Barrie

'That's the ticket, father.'

'Still—' It is to be feared that Mr. Torrance is now taking advantage of his superior slyness. 'Still, before your mother—to please her—eh?'

Faltering, 'I suppose it would.'

'Well, what do you say?'

'I know she would like it.'

'Of course you and I know that display of that sort is all bunkum—repellent even to our natures.'

'Lord, yes!'

'But to gratify her.'

'I should be so conscious.'

Mr. Torrance is here quite as sincere as his son. 'So should I.'