Mr. Voysey. Well? [edward doesn't answer. Refer ence to the papers seems to overwhelm him with shame. Mr. Voysey goes on with cheerful impatience] Come, come, my dear boy, you mustn't take it like this. You're puzzled and worried, of course. But Why didn't you come down to me on Saturday night? I expected you I told you to come. Then your mother was wondering, of course, why you weren't with us for dinner yesterday. Edward. I went through all the papers twice. I wanted to make quite sure.