Source Text: CANDIDA3.2Candida: What on earth are you at, Eugene?
Marchbanks: James and I are having a preaching match; and he is getting the worst of it.
Candida: You have been annoying him. Now I wont have it, Eugene: do you hear? My boy shall not be worried: I will protect him.
Morell: Protect!
Candida: What have you been saying?
Marchbanks: Nothing. I --
Candida: Eugene! Nothing?
Marchbanks: I mean -- I -- I'm very sorry. I wont do it again: indeed I wont. I'll let him alone.
Morell: Let me alone! You young --
Candida: Sh! -- no: let me deal with him, James.
Marchbanks: Oh, youre not angry with me, are you?
Candida: Yes I am: very angry. I have a good mind to pack you out of the house.
Morell: Gently, Candida, gently. I am able to take care of myself.
Candida: Yes, dear: of course you are. But you musnt be annoyed and made miserable.
Marchbanks: I'll go.
Candida: Oh, you neednt go: I cant turn you out at this time of the night. Shame on you! For shame!
Marchbanks: But what have I done?
Candida: I know what you have done: as well as if I had been here the time. Oh, it was unworthy! You are like a child: you cannot hold your tongue.
Marchbanks: I would die ten times over sooner than give you a moment's pain.
Candida: Much good your dying would do me!
Morell: Candida, my dear: this altercation is hardly quite seemly. It is a matter between two men; and I am the right person to settle it.
Candida: Two men! Do you call that a man? You bad boy!
Marchbanks: If I am to be scolded like a boy, I must make a boy's excuse. He began it. And he's bigger than I am.
Candida: That cant be true. You didnt begin it, James, did you?
Morell: No.
Marchbanks: Oh!
Morell: You began it: this morning. But your other point is true. I am certainly the bigger of the two, and, I hope, the stronger, Candida. So you had better leave the matter in my hands.
Candida: Yes, dear; but -- I dont understand about this morning.
Morell: You need not understand, my dear.
Candida: But James, I -- Oh bother! Here they all come.
Marchbanks: Oh, Morell, isn't it dreadful? She's angry with us: she hates me. What shall I do?
Morell: Eugene: my head is spinning round. I shall begin to laugh presently.
Marchbanks: No, no: she'll think Ive thrown you into hysterics. Dont laugh.
Lexy: Morell, I must congratulate you. What a noble, splendid, inspired address you gave us! You surpassed yourself.
Burgess: So you did, James. It fair kep me awake to the lars' word. Didnt it, Miss Gornett?
Proserpine: Oh, I wasnt minding you: I was trying to make notes.
Morell: Did I go too fast, Pross?
Proserpine: Much too fast. You know I cant do more than ninety words a minutes.
Morell: Oh well, well, never mind, never mind, never mind. Have you all had supper?
Lexy: Mr Burgess has been kind enough to give us a really splendid supper at the Belgrave.
Burgess: Dont mention it, Mr Mill. Youre arty welcome to my little treat.
Proserpine: We had champagne. I never tasted it before. I feel quite giddy.
Morell: A champagne supper! That was very handsome. Was it my eloquence that produced all this extravagance?
Lexy: Your eloquence, and Mr Burgess's goodness of heart. And what a very fine fellow the chairman is, Morell! He came to supper with us.
Morell: O-o-o-h! the chairman. Now I understand.
Candida: Who will have some lemonade? You know our rules: total abstinence.
Morell: No use, dear. Theyve all had champagne. Pross has broken her pledge.
Candida: You dont mean to say youve been drinking champagne!
Proserpine: Yes I do. I'm only a beer teetotaller, not a champagne teetotaller. I dont like beer. Are there any letters for me to answer, Mr Morell?
Morell: No more to-night.
Proserpine: Very well. Goodnight, everybody.
Lexy: Had I not better see you home, Miss Garnett?
Proserpine: No thank you. I shant trust myself with anybody tonight. I wish I hadnt taken any of that stuff.
Burgess: Stuff indeed! That gurl dunno what champagne is! Pommery and Greeno at twelve and six a bottle. She took two glasses amost straight horff.
Morell: Go and look after her, Lexy.
Lexy: But if she should really be -- Suppose she began to sing in the street, or anything of that sort.
Morell: Just so: she may. Thats why youd better see her safely home.
Candida: Do, Lexy: theres a good fellow.
Lexy: It's evidently my duty to go. I hope it may not be necessary. Goodnight, Mrs Morell. Goodnight.
Burgess: He was gushin with hextra piety hisself arter two sips. People carnt drink like they huseter. Well, James: it's time to lock up. Mr Morchbanks: shall I ave the pleasure of your company for a bit o the way ome?
Marchbanks: Yes: I'd better go.
Candida: You sit down. Youre not going yet.
Marchbanks: No: I -- I didnt mean to.
Candida: Mr Marchbanks will stay the night with us, papa.
Burgess: Oh well, I'll say goodnight. So long, James. Make em give you a nightlight by your bed, Mr Morchbanks: itll comfort you if you wake up in the night with a touch of that complaint of yores. Goodnight.
Marchbanks: Thank you: I will. Goodnight, Mr Burgess.
Candida: Stay here, dear: I'll put on papa's coat for him.
Marchbanks: Morell: theres going to be a terrible scene. Arnt you afraid?
Morell: Not in the least.
Marchbanks: I never envied you your courage before. Stand by me, wont you?
Morell: Each for himself, Eugene. She must choose between us now.