McCOMAS (wistfully). Women can be very hard, Mrs. Clandon. VALENTINE. That's true. GLORIA (angrily). Be silent. (He subsides.) McCOMAS (rallying all his forces). Let me make one last appeal. Mrs. Clandon: believe me, there are men who have a good deal of feeling, and kind feeling, too, which they are not able to express. What you miss in Crampton is that mere veneer of civilization, the art of shewing worthless attentions and paying insincere compliments in a kindly, charming way. If you lived in London, where the whole system is one of false good-fellowship, and you may know a man for twenty years without finding out that he hates you like poison, you would soon have your eyes opened. There we do unkind things in a kind way: we say bitter things in a sweet voice: we always give our friends chloroform when we tear them to pieces. But think of the other side of it! Think of the people who do kind things in an unkind way--people whose touch hurts, whose voices jar, whose tempers play them false, who wound and worry the people they love in the very act of trying to conciliate them, and yet who need affection as much as the rest of us. Crampton has an abominable temper, I admit. He has no manners, no tact, no grace. He'll never be able to gain anyone's affection unless they will take his desire for it on trust. Is he to have none--not even pity--from his own flesh and blood? DOLLY (quite melted). Oh, how beautiful, Finch! How nice of you! PHILIP (with conviction). Finch: this is eloquence--positive eloquence. DOLLY. Oh, mamma, let us give him another chance. Let us have him to dinner. MRS. CLANDON (unmoved). No, Dolly: I hardly got any lunch. My dear Finch: there is not the least use in talking to me about Fergus. You have never been married to him: I have. McCOMAS (to Gloria). Miss Clandon: I have hitherto refrained from appealing to you, because, if what Mr. Crampton told me to be true, you have been more merciless even than your mother. GLORIA (defiantly). You appeal from her strength to my weakness! McCOMAS. Not your weakness, Miss Clandon. I appeal from her intellect to your heart. GLORIA. I have learnt to mistrust my heart. (With an angry glance at Valentine.) I would tear my heart and throw it away if I could. My answer to you is my mother's answer. (She goes to Mrs. Clandon, and stands with her arm about her; but Mrs. Clandon, unable to endure this sort of demonstrativeness, disengages herself as soon as she can without hurting Gloria's feelings.) McCOMAS (defeated). Well, I am very sorry--very sorry. I have done my best. (He rises and prepares to go, deeply dissatisfied.) MRS. CLANDON. But what did you expect, Finch? What do you want us to do?