fourteen days of it; I'm all the better for being kept a bit quiet.
You mustnt let it prey on your mind.

GILBEY. The disgrace of it will kill me. And it will leave a mark on
him to the end of his life.

DORA. Not a bit of it. Dont you be afraid: Ive educated Bobby a
bit: hes not the mollycoddle he was when you had him in hand.

MRS GILBEY. Indeed Bobby is not a mollycoddle. They wanted him to go
in for singlestick at the Young Men's Christian Association; but, of
course, I couldnt allow that: he might have had his eye knocked out.

GILBEY. [to Dora, angrily] Listen here, you.

DORA. Oh, aint we cross!

GILBEY. I want none of your gaiety here. This is a respectable
household. Youve gone and got my poor innocent boy into trouble.
It's the like of you thats the ruin of the like of him.

DORA. So you always say, you old dears. But you know better. Bobby
came to me: I didnt come to him.

GILBEY. Would he have gone if you hadnt been there for him to go to?
Tell me that. You know why he went to you, I suppose?

DORA. [charitably] It was dull for him at home, poor lad, wasnt
it?