[David has just been told of the death of Beth and the twins. Howarth has tried to console him but has now let him go for a walk on his own on the moors, for which Algy Herries is reprimanding Howarth]
Algy Herries: I'm sorry to have to say this, Howarth. I *don't* like to criticize a man who's been here as long as you have, but I take a *very* poor view of your part in this.
Howarth: [pompously] That's your privilege, Headmaster.
Algy Herries: And don't go all professional on me, Howarth. This is dreadful. What would *you* do in his place?
Howarth: I find it hard to imagine myself in his place.
Algy Herries: Yes you do. You do - that's just the trouble.
Howarth: But if I were, I think I should probably do what's usually called "something silly".
Algy Herries: And knowing that, you let him go?
Howarth: Damn it, man, I don't choose to defend myself! PJ's his own man. What I said to him is entirely between him and me. I don't think I convinced him - I hardly convinced myself. You may see human life as a sacred trust. I see it rather as something to be got through, with as little self-contempt and misery as possible - pretty insupportable at the best of times. If Powlett-Jones *has* chosen to put an end to himself, that's entirely his own decision. I respect his dignity. I don't think you do.
Algy Herries: That's hysterical nonsense, and you know it.
Howarth: It's exactly what I mean, and I stand by it. If you want my resignation, you can have it - I don't need to work here.
Algy Herries: No, no, no. I'm sorry, Howarth. I'm sure you did the best you could. It's just such a terrible business. You see, I have particular feeling for young Powlett-Jones. I feel responsible for him in a way. I talked him into coming here. I feel responsible.
Howarth: He's responsible for himself.
Algy Herries: I hope he is. I hope he is.