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272 live. Dear mother, be reasonable.[''Tries to kiss her. She remains quite frigid.'']

Footman.The dog-cart is at the door, my lord.

Cyril.You think it well over and you will see that I am perfectly right. Come on, Mandeville, we shall miss the train. Make haste: there is no time to be polite.[He goes out, dragging Mandeville after him, and ignoring Julia.]

Lord Dol.Was that my son? I am ashamed of him! To desert us in this rude, insolent, heartless manner. If I had whipped him more and loved him less, he would not have been leaving me to lodge with a God knows who. I disown him! The fool!

Lady Dol.If you have anything to say, blame me! Cyril has the noblest heart in the world; I am the fool.