What?
HASLAM. Lubin and your father have both survived the war. But their sons
were killed in it.
SAVVY [_sobered_] Yes. Jim's death killed mother.
HASLAM. And they never said a word about it!
SAVVY. Well, why should they? The subject didn't come up. _I_ forgot
about it too; and I was very fond of Jim.
HASLAM. _I_ didn't forget it, because I'm of military age; and if I
hadnt been a parson I'd have had to go out and be killed too. To me the
awful thing about their political incompetence was that they had to
kill their own sons. It was the war casualty lists and the starvation
afterwards that finished me up with politics and the Church and
everything else except you.
SAVVY. Oh, I was just as bad as any of them. I sold flags in the streets
in my best clothes; and--hsh! [_she jumps up and pretends to be looking
for a book on the shelves behind the settee_].
_Franklyn and Conrad return, looking weary and glum._
CONRAD. Well, thats how the gospel of the brothers Barnabas is going to
be received! [_He drops into Burge's chair_].
FRANKLYN [_going back to his seat at the table_] It's no use.
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