You supposed yourself to be a married woman,
whereas you are nothing of the kind. I needn't say that as the victim of
a heartless bigamist you have our deepest....
JANET. (Handing him a slice of bread on toasting-fork.) Just toast
this for your mother, will you, and mind the bars. I'll get another cup
or two. (Goes to sideboard and gets crockery.)
CARVE. And so these are my two sons! They show little emotion in
beholding the author of their being for the first time. As for me, I
hardly recognise them.
MRS. S. And is it likely, seeing they were born six months after you
deserted me, Albert?
CARVE. I see. If it isn't indiscreet, am I a grandfather?
JAMES. (Toasting.) No, sir.
CARVE. I only wanted to know the worst. Silly joke about the fertility
of curates--you've met with it, no doubt!
JAMES. Your tone is simply lamentable, sir.
JANET. (To JAMES.) Mind! You can do the other side. Now, take care;
the fire's very hot. (In the same mild tone to MRS. SHAWN.) Twenty-six
years, you say?
MRS.
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