DICK. Oh! as to disgrace—she's your Mother, whatever she does; I'd like to see anybody say anything about her—[viciously]—I'd punch his head.
JOY. [Gulping her tears.] That does n't help.
DICK. But if she doesn't love your Father——
JOY. But she's married to him!
DICK. [Hastily.] Yes, of course, I know, marriage is awfully important; but a man understands these things.
[Joy looks at him. Seeing the impression he has made, he tries
again.]
I mean, he understands better than a woman. I've often argued about moral questions with men up at Oxford.
JOY. [Catching at a straw.] But there's nothing to argue about.
DICK. [Hastily.] Of course, I believe in morals.
[They stare solemnly at each other.]