LAURA. At least I have spared Ken that! He _can_ do as he pleases.
I am still working, and can take care of myself.
BISHOP. Yes, quite right. That is the way we must present it to
him. That he need consider only himself.
LAURA. Poor Ken. What can he ...
BISHOP. Sh!
[KEN _enters, followed by_ MARTIN _and_ TIPPY.]
KEN. Who said I had no manners! [_To_ BISHOP _and_ LAURA, _with
absurd, ironic dignity._] The boys say I wasn't a gentleman. I
apologize.
LAURA. Never mind, Ken.
KEN. A man ought to be a gentleman, even to his wife. [_She turns
away. To his father._] A man ought to respect his father. I
apologize.
BISHOP. I accept your apology, son.
KEN. [_To boys._] There you are! I apologized to my father. He
accepted my apology. [_To_ LAURA.] I apologize.
LAURA. All right, Ken. I accept your apology. [_At the end of her
self-control._] And now that's enough.
KEN. No. I got one more apology to make.
TIPPY. All right, Ken. I'll take the next one.
KEN. I didn't insult you.
TIPPY. No. Well, whom did you insult?
KEN. I insulted Mr. Prescott.
BISHOP. Prescott?
LAURA. You haven't anything to apologize to him for, Ken!
KEN. I called him a lousy heel. If that's all right with you, I
won't apologize.
TIPPY. You did what?
KEN. I called up Mr. Prescott on the telephone and told him ...
LAURA. When did you call him on the telephone?
KEN.
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