The Eldest Son by John Galsworthy
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Be good enough in turn not to take his part against me.
LADY CHESHIRE. Bill! SIR WILLIAM. I am trying to think. I understand that you've known this--piece of news since this morning. I've known it ten minutes. Give me a little time, please. [Then, after a silence] Where's the girl? LADY CHESHIRE. In the workroom. SIR WILLIAM. [Raising his clenched fist] What in God's name is he about? LADY CHESHIRE. What have you said to him? SIR WILLIAM. Nothing-by a miracle. [He breaks away from the fire and walks up and down] My family goes back to the thirteenth century. Nowadays they laugh at that! I don't! Nowadays they laugh at everything--they even laugh at the word lady. I married you, and I don't .... Married his mother's maid! By George! Dorothy! I don't know what we've done to deserve this; it's a death blow! I'm not prepared to sit down and wait for it. By Gad! I am not. [With sudden fierceness] There are plenty in these days who'll be glad enough for this to happen; plenty of these d---d Socialists and Radicals, who'll laugh their souls out over what they haven't the bowels to sees a--tragedy. I say it would be a tragedy; for you, and me, and all of us. You and I were brought up, and we've brought the children up, with certain beliefs, and wants, and habits. A man's past--his traditions--he can't get rid of them. They're--they're |
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