LINA. Ive seen you work it. Do you think I require any help? And Bentley shall come with me as a passenger. BENTLEY. _[terrified]_ Go up in an aeroplane! I darent. LINA. You must learn to dare. BENTLEY. _[pale but heroic]_ All right. I'll come. LORD SUMMERHAYS| No, no, Bentley, impossible. I | shall not allow it. | MRS TARLETON. | Do you want to kill the child? He shant go. BENTLEY. I will. I'll lie down and yell until you let me go. I'm not a coward. I wont be a coward. LORD SUMMERHAYS. Miss Szczepanowska: my son is very dear to me. I implore you to wait until tomorrow morning. LINA. There may be a storm tomorrow. And I'll go: storm or no storm. I must risk my life tomorrow. BENTLEY. I hope there will be a storm. LINA. _[grasping his arm]_ You are trembling. BENTLEY. Yes: it's terror, sheer terror. I can hardly see. I can hardly stand. But I'll go with you. LINA. _[slapping him on the back and knocking a ghastly white smile into his face]_ You shall. I like you, my boy. We go tomorrow, together. BENTLEY. Yes: together: tomorrow. TARLETON. Well, sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Read the old book. MRS TARLETON. Is there anything else? TARLETON. Well, I--er _[he addresses Lina, and stops]._ I--er _[he addresses Lord Summerhays, and stops]._ I--er _[he gives it up]._ Well, I suppose--er--I suppose theres nothing more to be said. HYPATIA. _[fervently]_ Thank goodness!