Mrs. T. (in an awful voice). Only a programme! Pa, tell this unhappy boy your opinion of his conduct!
Mr. T. (rising magisterially). Charles, am I to understand that a nephew of mine allows himself to be seen in a disreputable resort such as——
Charles. Oh come, Uncle, you can't know much about the Eldorado, if——
Mr. T. (with a bound). The Eldorado. How dare you bring that name up here, Sir? What do you mean by it?
Charles (surprised). Why, you must have heard of it—it's one of the leading music-halls.
Mr. T. (gasping). A music-hall? the Eldorado! (To himself.) If it should turn out to be—but no, my nerves are upset, it can't be—and yet—what am I to say to him?
[He falls back into his chair with a groan.
Mrs. T. Charles, if you can stand there and feel no shame when you see how disturbed and disgusted even Mr. Curphew looks, and the agitated state to which you have reduced your poor Uncle, you must indeed be hardened!
[Curphew has considerately walked to the window; Mr. Toovey endeavours to collect his faculties; Charles looks from one to the other in bewilderment.
End of Scene I.