Mrs. Parbury.
You mean—that I— [Struggling to release her hands.] You are most brutal. Let me go!
Parbury.
Not while you are angry, dear.
[Gently forces her into a chair, R.C.
[There is another slight pause. She is certainly angry, but she doesn’t attempt to leave the chair. He looks down at her, and lays a hand lightly on her hair.
Mrs. Parbury.
[Brushing his hand away.] Please don’t do that. I am not a child! [Parbury takes a chair and sits next to her. Pause.] Perhaps you will tell me why you have used your superior strength to keep me here against my will?
Parbury.