James—You were a devoted mother?
Kate—I have no virtues.
Henry—And vices?
Kate—Weak in one, weak in the other.
John—However, the baby had nice hands——
Kate—[Looking at him.] That is true.
James—But then babies only use their hands to lift the breast, and occasionally to stroke the cheek——
Kate—Or throw them up in despair—not a heavy career.
John—And then?
Kate—[In an entirely new tone.] Won’t you have tea?— But no, pay no attention to me, that’s another of my nasty malicious tricks. Curse life!