MR. VOYSEY. He stands to lose nothing if I'm spared for a little, and
you will only bring a little common sense to bear and try to understand
the difficulties of my position.
EDWARD. Father, I'm not thinking ill of you . . that is, I'm trying not
to. But won't you explain how you're justified--?
MR. VOYSEY. In putting our affairs in order.
EDWARD. Are you doing that?
MR. VOYSEY. What else?
EDWARD. [_starting patiently to examine the matter._] How bad were
things when you first came to control them?
MR. VOYSEY. Oh, I forget.
EDWARD. You can't forget.
MR. VOYSEY. Well . . pretty bad.