Bertha
O, very well. If that is it . . .
Robert
[Nervously, gaily.] Let us have the piano by all means. I know what is in Beatty's ears at this moment. [To Beatrice.] Shall I tell?
Beatrice
If you know.
Robert
The buzz of the harmonium in her father's parlour. [To Beatrice.] Confess.
Beatrice
[Smiling.] Yes. I can hear it.
Robert
[Grimly.] So can I. The asthmatic voice of protestantism.
Bertha
Did you not enjoy yourself down there, Miss Justice?
Robert
[Intervenes.] She did not, Mrs Rowan. She goes there on retreat, when the protestant strain in her prevails—gloom, seriousness, righteousness.
Beatrice
I go to see my father.
Robert
[Continuing.] But she comes back here to my mother, you see. The piano influence is from our side of the house.
Bertha
[Hesitating.] Well, Miss Justice, if you would like to
