"Yes, mamma."
"Do you mean to say that you have renewed your engagement to that low-born wretch?"
"Mamma,—he is not a wretch."
"Do you contradict me? After all, is it come to this?"
"Mamma,—you, you—cursed me."
"And you will be cursed. Do you think that you will do such wickedness as this, that you can destroy all that I have done for you, that you make yourself the cause of ruin to a whole family, and that you will not be punished for it? You say that you love me."
"You know that I love you, mamma."
"And yet you do not scruple to drive me mad."
"Mamma, it was you who brought us together."
"Ungrateful child! Where else could I take you then?"