Must I stand to be bargained for by two men--passed from one to
the other like a slave in the market, and not say a word in my own
defence?
CRAVEN. But, my love--
JULIA. Oh, go away, all of you. Leave me. I--oh-- (She gives way to a
passion of tears.)
PARAMORE (reproachfully to Craven). You've wounded her cruelly,
Colonel Craven--cruelly.
CRAVEN. But I didn't mean to: I said nothing. Charteris: was I harsh?
CHARTERIS. You forget the revolt of the daughters, Craven. And you
certainly wouldn't have gone on like that to any grown up woman who
was not your daughter.
CRAVEN. Do you mean to say that I am expected to treat my daughter the
same as I would any other girl?
PARAMORE. I should say certainly, Colonel Craven.
CRAVEN. Well, dash me if I will. There!
PARAMORE. If you take that tone, I have nothing more to say. (He
crosses the room with offended dignity and posts himself with his back
to the bookcase beside Charteris.)
JULIA (with a sob). Daddy.
CRAVEN (turning solicitously to her). Yes, my love.
JULIA (looking up at him tearfully and kissing his hand). Don't mind
them. You didn't mean it, Daddy, did you?
CRAVEN.
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