Claude.
I don’t want to rub it in and all that sort of thing, but my own feeling is that if she came rather a cropper, it was because she was—if you don’t mind my saying so—because she was that way inclined. I don’t think anyone can accuse me of being a hard man, but I’m afraid I haven’t much pity for women who....
Grace.
[Interrupting.] Claude, don’t go on—for God’s sake.
Gann.
That’s your last word, Squire? If the girl don’t go, I must?
Claude.
I’m afraid so.
Gann.
I’ve served you faithful, man and boy, for forty years. And I was born in that there cottage I live in now. If you turn us out where are we to go to? I’m getting on in years, and I shan’t find it easy to get another job. It’ll mean the work’us.