CHRISTINE. You don't know whether it's all trial or punishment, Elis. Perhaps I can help you through the struggles.
ELIS. Do you think mother has a clean dress tie for me?
CHRISTINE [Anxiously]. Are you going out?
ELIS. I'm going out to dinner. Peter won the debate last night, you know, and he's giving a dinner tonight.
CHRISTINE. And you're going to that dinner?
ELIS. You mean that perhaps I shouldn't because he has proven such an unfaithful friend and pupil?
CHRISTINE. I can't deny that I was shocked by his unfaithfulness, when he promised to quote from your theories and he simply plundered them without giving you any credit.
ELIS. Ah, that's the way things go, but I am happy in the consciousness that "this have I done."
CHRISTINE. Has he invited you to the dinner?
ELIS. Why, that's true—come to think of it, he didn't invite me. That's very strange. Why didn't I think of that before! Why, he's been talking for years as though I were to be the guest of honor at that dinner, and he has told others that. But if I am not invited—then of course it's pretty plain that I'm snubbed, insulted, in fact. Well, it doesn't matter. It isn't the first time—nor the last. [Pause.]