Clare!
Clare.
It’s grossly unjust—it’s mean and horrid. I won’t do such a caddish thing even for you. I am going to see him now.
(John enters and goes to the gateway.)
Dean.
Clare, remember I have forbidden it.
Clare.
(Beside herself.) I don’t care! I’m going to him now! I won’t go to church to be preached at. I’m going to him. You can turn me out of your house, if you like, father. But I won’t obey you. I won’t.
(She storms into the house.)
Dean.