Heavyweight: My child, can’t you see? can’t you feel for me? As a clergyman I believe—I am bound to believe—that marriage is an irrevocable tie. Divorce on proper grounds I have to recognise, as a servant of the State; but when I see the procedure abused by those who have forfeited their right to invoke it, how can I, as a conscientious minister of God—how can I stand aside because the culprit is my own adopted daughter and ward? I am morally bound to inform the King’s Proctor.
Agatha: But father—father. Oh, for God’s sake—(she becomes incoherent.)
Heavyweight: Ah, my child, my child. Morality demands—(His voice breaks. There is a terrible pause. He goes to the bookshelf.)
Agatha (agonised): Oh—what are you doing?
Heavyweight (in a dead, mirthless voice): Looking out my train to London.
The Curtain Falls.
ACT II
Scene: The Divorce Court.
Mr. Whassit (Agatha’s Counsel):—a temptation which, please God, I shall never encounter myself. And further——
The Judge (testily): Mr. Whassit, is it necessary to prolong this?