_Hypatia rushes in through the inner door, followed by Mrs Tarleton, and throws herself on her knees by Bentley. Mrs Tarleton, whose knees are stiffer, bends over him and tries to lift him. Mrs Tarleton is a shrewd and motherly old lady who has been pretty in her time, and is still very pleasant and likeable and unaffected. Hypatia is a typical English girl of a sort never called typical: that is, she has an opaque white skin, black hair, large dark eyes with black brows and lashes, curved lips, swift glances and movements that flash out of a waiting stillness, boundless energy and audacity held in leash._ HYPATIA. _[pouncing on Bentley with no very gentle hand]_ Bentley: whats the matter? Dont cry like that: whats the use? Whats happened? MRS TARLETON. Are you ill, child? _[They get him up.]_ There, there, pet! It's all right: dont cry _[they put him into a chair]_: there! there! there! Johnny will go for the doctor; and he'll give you something nice to make it well. HYPATIA. What has happened, Johnny? MRS TARLETON. Was it a wasp? BENTLEY. _[impatiently]_ Wasp be dashed! MRS TARLETON. Oh Bunny! that was a naughty word. BENTLEY. Yes, I know: I beg your pardon. _[He rises, and extricates himself from them]_ Thats all right. Johnny frightened me. You know how easy it is to hurt me; and I'm too small to defend myself against Johnny. MRS TARLETON. Johnny: how often have I told you that you must not bully the little ones. I thought youd outgrown all that. HYPATIA. _[angrily]_ I do declare, mamma, that Johnny's brutality makes it impossible to live in the house with him. JOHNNY. _[deeply hurt]_ It's twenty-seven years, mother, since you had that row with me for licking Robert and giving Hypatia a black eye because she bit me. I promised you then that I'd never raise my hand to one of them again; and Ive never broken my word. And now because this young whelp begins to cry out before he's hurt, you treat me as if I were a brute and a savage. MRS TARLETON. No dear, not a savage; but you know you must not call our visitor naughty names. BENTLEY. Oh, let him alone-- JOHNNY. _[fiercely]_ Dont you interfere between my mother and me: d'y' hear? HYPATIA. Johnny's lost his temper, mother. We'd better go. Come, Bentley. MRS TARLETON. Yes: that will be best. _[To Bentley]_ Johnny doesnt mean any harm, dear: he'll be himself presently. Come. _The two ladies go out through the inner door with Bentley, who turns at the door to grin at Johnny as he goes out._ _Johnny, left alone, clenches his fists and grinds his teeth, but can find no relief in that way for his rage. After choking and stamping for a moment, he makes for the vestibule door. It opens before he reaches it; and Lord Summerhays comes in. Johnny glares at him, speechless. Lord Summerhays takes in the situation, and quickly takes the punchbowl from the sideboard and offers it to Johnny._