ENID. [In a changed voice, stroking his sleeve.] Father, you know you
oughtn't to have this strain on you--you know what Dr. Fisher said!
ANTHONY. No old man can afford to listen to old women.
I am not aware that if my adversary suffer in a fair fight not sought by
me, it is my fault. If I fall under his feet--as fall I may--I shall not
complain. That will be my look-out--and this is--his. I cannot
separate, as I would, these men from their women and children. A fair
fight is a fair fight! Let them learn to think before they pick a
quarrel!
These are the words of my own son. They are the words of a generation
that I don't understand; the words of a soft breed.
It seems the fashion nowadays for men to take their enemy's side. I have
not learnt that art.