LADY. Yes. I only called him a werewolf in his rôle as my husband and master. As long as I knew he was at peace, and on the way to find consolation, Ì was content. But now he'll torment me like a bad conscience.
MOTHER. Have you a conscience?
LADY. I never used to have one. But my eyes have been opened since I read my husband's works, and I know the difference between good and evil.
MOTHER. But he forbade you to read them, and never foresaw you wouldn't obey him.
LADY. Who can foresee all the results of any action?
MOTHER. Have you more bad news in your pocket, Pandora?
LADY. The worst of all! Think of it, Mother, his divorced wife's going to marry again.
MOTHER. That ought to be reassuring, to you and to him.
LADY. Didn't you know it was his worst nightmare? That his wife would marry again and his children have a stepfather?
MOTHER. If he can bear that alone, I shall think him a strange man.