ISABELLE: I can never return. What extravagants!
VALERE: Yes, the more I think of it the less I see of a way out.
ISABELLE: To have such revolting procedures for a nephew.
VALERE: We shall get nothing out of it.
ISABELLE: Oh Gods!
VALERE: Cruel Aunts. For more than ten years always new injustices.
ISABELLE: (seeing each other) What unpleasantness— But—
VALERE: What cruelty! To be desolated side by side without finding any way to placate these crazies.
ISABELLE: My father has spoken sharply to them and is going to threaten them again, separately. For each stays in her own apartment.
VALERE: Yes, from the little I see the two avoid each other, speak only a few words in passing and leave each other. As for me, when I am speaking to them they turn their backs. Their hardness towards me appears on every occasion.