DORA. A real gentleman! [Pointing to Bobby, who is staring
open-mouthed] Look at him. He cant take it in.
BOBBY. I suppose you made her acquaintance in prison, Meg. But when
it comes to talking about blokes and all that--well!
MARGARET. Oh, Ive learnt the language; and I like it. It's another
barrier broken down.
BOBBY. It's not so much the language, Meg. But I think [he looks at
Dora and stops].
MARGARET. [suddenly dangerous] What do you think, Bobby?
DORA. He thinks you oughtnt to be so free with me, dearie. It does
him credit: he always was a gentleman, you know.
MARGARET. Does him credit! To insult you like that! Bobby: say
that that wasnt what you meant.
BOBBY. I didnt say it was.
MARGARET. Well, deny that it was.
BOBBY. No. I wouldnt have said it in front of Dora; but I do think
it's not quite the same thing my knowing her and you knowing her.
DORA. Of course it isnt, old man. [To Margaret] I'll just trot
off and come back in half an hour. You two can make it up together.
I'm really not fit company for you, dearie: I couldnt live up to you.
[She turns to go].
MARGARET. Stop. Do you believe he could live up to me?
DORA. Well, I'll never say anything to stand between a girl and a
respectable marriage, or to stop a decent lad from settling himself.
I have a conscience; though I maynt be as particular as some.
MARGARET. You seem to me to be a very decent sort; and Bobby's
behaving like a skunk.
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