BOHUN. That's because you think an impression of sincerity will
produce a better effect on Miss Clandon than an impression of
disinterestedness. (Valentine, utterly dismantled and destroyed by this
just remark, takes refuge in a feeble, speechless smile. Bohun,
satisfied at having now effectually crushed all rebellion, throws
himself back in his chair, with an air of being prepared to listen
tolerantly to their grievances.) Now, Mr. Crampton, go on. It's
understood that self is put aside. Human nature always begins by saying
that.

CRAMPTON. But I mean it, sir.

BOHUN. Quite so. Now for your point.

CRAMPTON. Every reasonable person will admit that it's an unselfish
one---the children.

BOHUN. Well? What about the children?

CRAMPTON (with emotion). They have---

BOHUN (pouncing forward again). Stop. You're going to tell me about
your feelings, Mr. Crampton. Don't: I sympathize with them; but they're
not my business. Tell us exactly what you want: that's what we have to
get at.

CRAMPTON (uneasily). It's a very difficult question to answer, Mr.
Bohun.