HILDEGARDE. After the terrible experiences of last night, during dinner and after dinner.
TRANTO. The general constraint?
HILDEGARDE. The general constraint.
TRANTO. The awkwardness?
TRANTO. The frightful silences and the forced conversations?
HILDEGARDE ( nods ). Why did you come?
TRANTO. Well—
HILDEGARDE. I suppose you're still confined to this house.
TRANTO ( in a new confidential tone ). I wish you'd treat me as your father does.