Colonel Wharton.
[Good-humouredly.] Come, my boy, you’re not going to refuse the first request your mother has made you since you came back?
John.
I’m awfully sorry, mother. I beg you not to insist.
Mrs. Wharton.
I don’t quite know what you mean. It’s not like you to be obstinate.... Won’t you come, John?
John.
No, mother.
Colonel Wharton.