JOHN: You don’t know what I’m talking about! You’ve forgotten. I’ll tell you. (_He is possessed by an overwhelming rage._) Your generation has done ours in! Smashed it! Millions! If we were to stand at that window and they marched past us, they’d march all day, and all night, and all day again--for days and nights. Dead men. Dead. For what? They died to end war; to make a better world; and before their corpses have rotted into earth, new wars are preparing and the world’s a dam’ sight worse--and you? Is there one word of apology in you? One word of humility? No. The same old pride; and blindness; and intolerance. Because I don’t want to live as you’ve lived, I’m lazy; because Gwen wants to live, not exactly as her mother and grandmother lived, she’s mad or wanton! Good God in Heaven! if there’s one way that’s been proved wrong it’s your way! If we live exactly as you lived, it’ll all happen over again!... [_He comes to a sudden stop. The silence in the room is complete. He seems to have burnt himself out; and MR. FREEMAN to be knocked mentally head-over-heels, and to be only partially conscious. JOHN breaks the silence in a low voice:_ Sorry. I lost my temper. I’ve got it again now.... I was rude. I’m sorry.... We only ask that you should go your way: and leave us to find ours. I beg your pardon. There’s no reason why we shouldn’t be friends. MR. FREEMAN: Friends! JOHN: Yes. MR. FREEMAN (_to GWEN_): Do you suppose your mother will ever lift up her head again? GWEN: We could be far better friends when she knows. MR. FREEMAN: Don’t be a fool. GWEN: We lived in the same house; but we’re strangers. MR. FREEMAN: Who’s fault’s that? GWEN: What I believe is part of me, I can’t help that. I couldn’t be anything but a stranger with anyone from whom I had to hide it. We could be closer now. If _she_ will. I’ll do my best. MR. FREEMAN: Rubbish. (_He makes for the door._) All I can say now is: I shall oppose you with every means in my power. If you persist, not another penny do you get from me--either of you. (_To COLIN._) And as for you, sir, you’re a damned scoundrel! [_He goes._ GWEN (_at once, to COLIN_): Oh, I’m so sorry. COLIN (_taking her roughly by the shoulders_): Look here; you’re going to love me; and I’m going to love you, and there’s going to be no one else. Do you understand? GWEN: Yes. COLIN: Good. Now I’m going to clear out; right out of it, for a bit. GWEN: What do you mean? COLIN: Where do you want to go to most in all the world? GWEN: I only want to be where you are. COLIN: I’m going to Rome. As soon as I can get a passport. I think you can get a passport quicker than you can get a licence. Shall I get two--passports? GWEN: Colin! COLIN: That’s all right. John, I’m going to marry your sister. JOHN: When? COLIN: As soon as I can get her away from you. GWEN: No. COLIN: Well, when we come back to England. GWEN: Perhaps. COLIN: Say yes. [_She shakes her head._