Hindle Wakes

Chris Hawthorn:
What do you think could have happened to her?

Mrs. Hawthorn:
Why, it's staring you in the face! She's gone off with a chap, that's what.

Chris Hawthorn:
I don't believe it. Our Jenny would never do a thing like that.

Mrs. Hawthorn:
Trust you to stick up for her. Well, what else can it mean?

Chris Hawthorn:
I don't know. Perhaps she's been kidnapped or something. Maybe I ought to go to the police.

Mrs. Hawthorn:
You'll do no such thing. Isn't it enough for you that she's disgraced us, without telling the whole of Hindle?

Chris Hawthorn:
We've no proof that she has.

Mrs. Hawthorn:
Kidnapped indeed! She put yesterday's date on the card, the sly, artful little... oh, I tell you she's gone off with a chap. And it's you who're to blame Chris Hawthorn, for never having taken a stick to her!

Mrs. Hawthorn:
Sit down man, you'll gain nothing wearing out the carpet!

Chris Hawthorn:
We'll talk of this again in the morning. Go to your room now, Jenny.

Jenny Hawthorn:
Yes, father.

Mrs. Hawthorn:
Call yourself a man? If it had been me, my father would have taken a stick to me!

Chris Hawthorn:
A stick won't take back what she's done.

Tim Farrer:
He's a gay young dog, isn't he!

Betty Farrer:
If I weren't a girl of such strong principles, I'd marry you like a shot.

Alan Jeffcote:
Well, couldn't you forget them?

Betty Farrer:
But darling, if I didn't have such strong principles, I probably wouldn't have forgiven you in the first place.

Alan Jeffcote:
Oh.