Bly Monologue from Windows

From Windows by John Galsworthy

male · contemplative · 56 sec

Oh! but 'oo's to learn 'er? Couldn't you learn your son instead? (MRS MARCH: No. My son is very high-minded.) (Dubiously) I see. How am I goin' to get over this? Shall I tell you what I think, ma'am? (MRS MARCH: I'm afraid it'll be no good.) That's it. Character's born, not made. You can clean yer winders and clean 'em, but that don't change the colour of the glass. My father would have given her a good hidin', but I shan't. Why not? Because my glass ain't as thick as his. I see through it; I see my girl's temptations, I see what she is--likes a bit o' life, likes a flower, an' a dance. She's a natural morganatic.

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