[LEONARD turns to regard them. He and his Mother are surrounded by indignant, half-menacing figures.]
TIMBRELL. Take your hands from her.
EDGAR. Turn the blackguard out.
TIMBRELL. I can’t believe—I can’t understand—this fellow is too much for me.
PENDLETON. He’s too much for any of us.
LEONARD. [He looks again at his mother. She is very still and droops a little.] Mother! What did I say? Have I made a mistake? Have I hurt you? I wouldn’t do that. [He allows her to sink into a chair.]
MARY. How could you say such things?
LEONARD. What did I say?
MARY. You made her out—no better than me.