I have no patience with you, Claude. When your father made up his mind to do anything it was done, and it would never have occurred to me to oppose him.
Archibald.
[With a twinkle in his eye.] You forget, mother, that was because you generally made up my father’s mind some time before he did.
Grace.
[To Mrs. Insoley and Archibald.] Will you leave me alone with Claude. I must talk to him alone.
Archibald.
Come, mother. Let me take you for a stroll three times round the garden.
[Mrs. Insoley and Archibald go out.
Grace.
I couldn’t say it before them. They’d never understand. They’d only sneer. But can’t you see, Claude, that it’s out of the question to drive Gann away so callously? He loves the place just as much as you love it.... In my heart I seem to feel suddenly all that his shabby little cottage means to him—the woods and coverts and the meadows and the trees. His life is bound up with Kenyon. His roots are in the earth as if he were a growing thing. Can’t you see what it must mean to him to leave it?