BOHUN. Come: I'll help you out. What do you object to in the
present circumstances of the children?

CRAMPTON. I object to the way they have been brought up.

BOHUN. How do you propose to alter that now?

CRAMPTON. I think they ought to dress more quietly.

VALENTINE. Nonsense.

BOHUN (instantly flinging himself back in his chair, outraged by the
interruption). When you are done, Mr. Valentine---when you are quite
done.

VALENTINE. What's wrong with Miss Clandon's dress?

CRAMPTON (hotly to Valentine). My opinion is as good as yours.

GLORIA (warningly). Father!

CRAMPTON (subsiding piteously). I didn't mean you, my dear.
(Pleading earnestly to Bohun.) But the two younger ones! you have not
seen them, Mr. Bohun; and indeed I think you would agree with me that
there is something very noticeable, something almost gay and frivolous
in their style of dressing.

MRS. CLANDON (impatiently). Do you suppose I choose their clothes
for them? Really this is childish.