MASON. Even as a baby he was never quite like you, Master Gerald.
Never was there such a little lamb as you. How long will they send
him to prison for?

GERALD. We don't know yet; I expect we shall know this evening.
But there's no doubt which way the case is going.

MASON. Two of the men were making their bets about it over the
supper-table last night. I didn't wait long before giving them a
piece of my mind, I can promise you.

GERALD (turning round sharply). Who were they? Out they go to-morrow.

MASON. That wouldn't be quite fair, would it, sir? They're young
and thoughtless like.

GERALD (to himself rather than to her). After all, it's only what
everybody else has been doing.

MASON. It wouldn't be anything very bad that Master Bob has done?

GERALD (emphatically). No, Nanny. No. Nothing bad; only--stupid.

MASON. I didn't know they put you in prison for being stupid. Some
of us have been lucky.

GERALD. They can put you in prison for everything Nanny--being
stupid or being wise, being bad or being good, being poor or--yes,
or being rich.