CONFUCIUS [_expanding into a smile all across both face and body_]
A-a-a-a-a-h!
BURGE-LUBIN. Well, what of it, madam? Have you read a very interesting
book by the librarian of the Biological Society suggesting that the
future of the world lies with the Mulatto?
MRS LUTESTRING [_rising_] Mr Archbishop: if the white race is to be
saved, our destiny is apparent.
THE ARCHBISHOP. Yes: our duty is pretty clear.
MRS LUTESTRING. Have you time to come home with me and discuss the
matter?
THE ARCHBISHOP [_rising_] With pleasure.
BARNABAS [_rising also and rushing past Mrs Lutestring to the door,
where he turns to bar her way_] No you don't. Burge: you understand,
don't you?
BURGE-LUBIN. No. What is it?
BARNABAS. These two are going to marry.
BURGE-LUBIN. Why shouldn't they, if they want to?
BARNABAS. They don't want to. They will do it in cold blood because
their children will live three hundred years. It mustnt be allowed.
CONFUCIUS. You cannot prevent it. There is no law that gives you power
to interfere with them.
BARNABAS. If they force me to it I will obtain legislation against
marriages above the age of seventy-eight.
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