I'm sorry for him, but I had to be firm.
LADY MARY. Oh father, it wasn't you who was firm. Crichton did it
himself.
LORD LOAM. Bless me, so he did.
LADY MARY. Father, be strong.
LORD LOAM (bewildered). You can't mean that my faithful Crichton--
LADY MARY. Yes, I do.
TREHERNE. Lady Mary, I stake my word that Crichton is incapable of
acting dishonourably.
LADY MARY. I know that; I know it as well as you. Don't you see that
that is what makes him so dangerous?
TREHERNE. By Jove, I--I believe I catch your meaning.
CATHERINE. He is coming back.
LORD LOAM (who has always known himself to be a man of ideas). Let
us all go into the hut, just to show him at once that it is our hut.
LADY MARY (as they go). Father, I implore you, assert yourself now
and for ever.
LORD LOAM. I will.
LADY MARY. And, please, don't ask him how you are to do it.
(CRICHTON returns with sticks to mend the fire.)
LORD LOAM (loftily, from the door of the hut). Have you carried out
my instructions, Crichton?
CRICHTON (deferentially).
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