LEONARD. Mary lives in the kitchen and the attic; Mary lives on poorer food than ours when it isn’t our leavings; the sheets on Mary’s bed are coarser than ours—
TIMBRELL. Silence, sir!
EDGAR. Shameful!
MRS. TIMBRELL. What would you have us do?
MARY. I’m making no complaint, ma’am.
MRS. TIMBRELL. Not of him?
MARY. I was as bad as him.
LEONARD. She is not bad. She can’t be bad. Anyone can see that who looks at her.
MARY. Yes, I’ve acted bad. I couldn’t face—I could never face—[Her voice catches. MRS. TIMBRELL crosses over to her.]
MRS. TIMBRELL. Come with me. You’ve been here long enough.