Else I shall reproach myself for having mentioned it. But then it's so charming of a doctor of philosophy to blush. I feel we're good friends already. [Shakes his hand again.] I congratulate you on your method. Culture seasoned with athletics—that's the ideal curriculum.
Beatrice—Hyacinth is such a confirmed pedagogue, the teacher interests him more than the pupils.
Hyacinth—Quite so, my dear. Some day, when it's raining hard and we have nothing better to do, I'll explain to you why, for the good of the child, one should look first into the teacher's head. Well, boys, what have you learned to-day?
Arsen—We finished Napoleon to-day. [Glances at Beatrice. There is an awkward pause.]
Hyacinth—Mother doesn't care much for Napoleon, eh?
Beatrice—No.
Georg—Last night we had a dispute about
Alexandra—Now, Georg, don't begin that all over again.
Hyacinth—Why not? Tell me. What was the dispute about?
Arsen—Mother thinks people should be taught to hate Napoleon.
Georg—Especially our family.
Hyacinth—And what do you think?
