MOTHER. And then?
STRANGER. To stand and watch the whole panorama of my life unroll before me. I saw everything—that was the worst of it.
MOTHER. I know. I've been through it. There's no name for the malady, and only one cure.
STRANGER. What is it?
MOTHER. You know what children do when they've done wrong?
STRANGER. What?
MOTHER. First ask forgiveness!
STRANGER. And then?
MOTHER. Try to make amends.
STRANGER. Isn't it enough to suffer according to one's deserts?