FATHER. I heard that my daughter...
MOTHER. Your daughter's lying there, between life and death; and you know that her feelings for you have grown hostile. That's why I ask you to go; before she suspects your presence.
FATHER. You're right, and I can't answer you. But let me sit in the kitchen, for I'm tired. Very tired.
MOTHER. Where were you last night?
FATHER. At the club. But I wanted to ask you if the husband weren't here?
MOTHER. Am I to lay bare all this misery? Don't you know your daughter's tragic fate?
FATHER. Yes... I do. And what a husband!
MOTHER. What men! Go downstairs now and sleep off your liquor.
FATHER. The sins of the fathers....
MOTHER. You're talking nonsense.