All right, father.
DE MULLIN
(growing angrier)
Understand, too, that if you leave it you are never to hold any communication either with me or with any one in it henceforward. You are cut off from the family. I will never see you or recognize you in any way, or speak to you again as long as I live.
JANET
(astonished)
My dear father, why are you so angry? Is there anything so dreadful in my wanting to live in London instead of in the country?
DE MULLIN
(getting more and more excited)
Why am I angry! Why am I...!