In Stageland, if a gentleman has not got to have much brain and you do not know what else to make of him, you let him be a scientist--and then, of course, he is only to blame in a minor degree.

If he had not been a scientist--thinking more of his silly old stars or beetles than of his intricate daughter, he might have done something.

The heroine does not say precisely what: perhaps have taken her up stairs now and again, while she was still young and susceptible of improvement, and have spanked some sense into her.
The Stage Hero who, for once, had Justice done to him.
I remember witnessing long ago, in a country barn, a highly moral play.
It was a Problem Play, now I come to think of it.

At least, that is, it would have been a Problem Play but that the party with the past happened in this case to be merely a male thing.

Stage life presents no problems to the man.