Who were they? Out they go to-morrow.
MASON. That wouldn't be quite fair, would it, sir? They're young
and thoughtless like.
GERALD (to himself rather than to her). After all, it's only what
everybody else has been doing.
MASON. It wouldn't be anything very bad that Master Bob has done?
GERALD (emphatically). No, Nanny. No. Nothing bad; only--stupid.
MASON. I didn't know they put you in prison for being stupid. Some
of us have been lucky.
GERALD. They can put you in prison for everything Nanny--being
stupid or being wise, being bad or being good, being poor or--yes,
or being rich.
MASON (putting her last touches to the flowers). There! Now it
looks much more like what her ladyship's used to. If you aren't
sent to prison for being bad, it doesn't seem to matter so much.
GERALD. Well--it isn't nice, you know.
MASON. There's lots of things that aren't nice in the world. They
haven't come _your_ way yet, and I only hope they never will.
GERALD. I wish they hadn't come Bob's way.
MASON. Ah, Master Bob was born to meet them. Well, I'll go up to
her ladyship now.
GERALD. Oh, are they back?
MASON. Sir James and her ladyship came back from the police-station--
GERALD. The Old Bailey, Nanny.
MASON. They came back about ten minutes ago, Master Gerald. And
went up to their rooms.
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