MRS. MEGAN. I'm a Catholic. BERTLEY. My good child, what difference does that make? FERRAND. Monsieur, if I might interpret for her. [BERTLEY silences him with a gesture.] MRS. MEGAN. [Sliding her eyes towards WELLWYN.] If I 'ad the money to buy some fresh stock. BERTLEY. Yes; yes; never mind the money. What I want to find in you both, is repentance. MRS. MEGAN. [With a flash up at him.] I can't get me livin' off of repentin'. BERTLEY. Now, now! Never say what you know to be wrong. FERRAND. Monsieur, her soul is very simple. BERTLEY. [Severely.] I do not know, sir, that we shall get any great assistance from your views. In fact, one thing is clear to me, she must discontinue your acquaintanceship at once. FERRAND. Certainly, Monsieur. We have no serious intentions. BERTLEY. All the more shame to you, then! FERRAND. Monsieur, I see perfectly your point of view. It is very natural. [He bows and is silent.] MRS. MEGAN. I don't want'im hurt'cos o' me. Megan'll get his mates to belt him--bein' foreign like he is. BERTLEY. Yes, never mind that. It's you I'm thinking of. MRS. MEGAN. I'd sooner they'd hit me. WELLWYN. [Suddenly.] Well said, my child! MRS. MEGAN. 'Twasn't his fault. FERRAND. [Without irony--to WELLWYN.] I cannot accept that Monsieur. The blame--it is all mine. ANN. [Entering suddenly from the house.] Daddy, they're having an awful----! [The voices of PROFESSOR CALWAY and SIR THOMAS HOXTON are distinctly heard.] CALWAY. The question is a much wider one, Sir Thomas. HOXTON. As wide as you like, you'll never---- [WELLWYN pushes ANN back into the house and closes the door behind her. The voices are still faintly heard arguing on the threshold.] BERTLEY. Let me go in here a minute, Wellyn. I must finish speaking to her. [He motions MRS. MEGAN towards the model's room.] We can't leave the matter thus. FERRAND. [Suavely.] Do you desire my company, Monsieur? [BERTLEY, with a prohibitive gesture of his hand, shepherds the reluctant MRS. MEGAN into the model's room.] WELLWYN. [Sorrowfully.] You shouldn't have done this, Ferrand. It wasn't the square thing. FERRAND. [With dignity.] Monsieur, I feel that I am in the wrong. It was stronger than me. [As he speaks, SIR THOMAS HOXTON and PROFESSOR CALWAY enter from the house. In the dim light, and the full cry of argument, they do not notice the figures at the fire. SIR THOMAS HOXTON leads towards the street door.] HOXTON. No, Sir, I repeat, if the country once commits itself to your views of reform, it's as good as doomed. CALWAY. I seem to have heard that before, Sir Thomas. And let me say at once that your hitty-missy cart-load of bricks regime---- HOXTON. Is a deuced sight better, sir, than your grand-motherly methods. What the old fellow wants is a shock! With all this socialistic molly-coddling, you're losing sight of the individual.