BISHOP. [Wringing his hands.] Radicalism and liquor. Liquor and radicalism, [LAURA is unresponsive; sits stony-eyed and heart-sick.] My poor child. My poor child.
LAURA. Poor Ken!
BISHOP. We must be strong. And patient. [Silence.] How did he learn of this?
LAURA. He quarrelled with Ted and Ted lost his temper and told.
BISHOP. Ted? But how came he to know of it?
LAURA. Oh, I don't know.
BISHOP. Such a nice young man, I always thought. He seemed so ...
LAURA. [In despair.] What are we to do about Ken?
BISHOP. He blamed me. He said I had betrayed him.
LAURA. [Impatiently.] How are we to give him back his self-confidence?