[Pitying himself] I havnt deserved this. Ive done my duty as
a father. Ive kept him sheltered. [Angry with her] Creatures like
you that take advantage of a child's innocence ought to be whipped
through the streets.
DORA. Well, whatever I may be, I'm too much the lady to lose my
temper; and I dont think Bobby would like me to tell you what I think
of you; for when I start giving people a bit of my mind I sometimes
use language thats beneath me. But I tell you once for all I must
have the money to get Bobby out; and if you wont fork out, I'll hunt
up Holy Joe. He might get it off his brother, the Monsignor.
GILBEY. You mind your own concerns. My solicitor will do what is
right. I'll not have you paying my son's fine as if you were anything
to him.
DORA. Thats right. Youll get him out today, wont you?
GILBEY. It's likely I'd leave my boy in prison, isnt it?
DORA. I'd like to know when theyll let him out.
GILBEY. You would, would you? Youre going to meet him at the prison
door.
DORA. Well, dont you think any woman would that had the feelings of a
lady?
GILBEY. [bitterly] Oh yes: I know. Here! I must buy the lad's
salvation, I suppose. How much will you take to clear out and let him
go?
DORA. [pitying him: quite nice about it] What good would that do,
old dear? There are others, you know.
GILBEY. Thats true. I must send the boy himself away.
DORA. Where to?
GILBEY.
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