Elizabeth. Is he coming along here?
Arnold. Yes. He suggested it, and I couldn’t think of any excuse to prevent him.
Teddie. Couldn’t you put the other people off?
Arnold. They’re coming by car. They may be here any minute. It’s too late to do that.
Elizabeth. Besides, it would be beastly.
Arnold. I knew it was silly to have them here. Elizabeth insisted.
Elizabeth. After all, she is your mother, Arnold.
Arnold. That meant precious little to her when she—went away. You can’t imagine it means very much to me now.
Elizabeth. It’s thirty years ago. It seems so absurd to bear malice after all that time.