And trying to work me up friendly before you begin.
LADY PEMBURY (shaking her head). No, if I went on my knees to you, I
shouldn't say that. How can you hurt my husband now?
STRANGER. Well, I don't suppose the scandal will do him much good. Not
an important Member of Parliament like _him_.
LADY PEMBURY. Ah, but it isn't the outside things that really hurt
you, the things which are done to you, but the things which you do to
yourself. And so if I went on my knees to you, it would not be for my
husband's sake. For I should go on my knees, and I should say: "Oh, my
son that might have been, think before you give up everything that a
man should have. Ambition, hope, pride, self-respect--are not these
worth keeping? Is your life to end now? Have you done all that you
came into the world to do, so that now you can look back and say, 'It
is finished; I have given all that I had to give; henceforward I will
spend'?" (Very gently) Oh, my son that might have been!
STRANGER (very uncomfortable). Here, I say, that isn't fair.
LADY PEMBURY (gently). When did your mother die?
STRANGER. Look here, I wish you wouldn't keep on about mothers.
LADY PEMBURY. When did she die, proud mother?
STRANGER (sulkily).
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