Rose.
Well, father, I've often tried to faint when I wanted something that you wouldn't give me, and I've never been able to manage it. So I'm sure I couldn't swoon.
Admiral.
And with regard to this ridiculous discussion as to which University your son is to be sent, you seem to forget that I have the right to be consulted.
Gerald.
My dear Admiral, I don't see how it can possibly matter to you.
Admiral.
And before we go any further I should like you to know that the very day Rose was born I determined that her son should go to Cambridge.
Rose.
My dear papa, I think Gerald and I are far and away the best judges of our son's welfare.