MME. TUPIN. No.
TUPIN. No, he was a cripple. He was born in starvation, and his mother was worn out.
PRES. And his father was a drunkard.
TUPIN. Maybe. Anyway that one, the sickly fellow, wanted for nothing. They took him into the hospital. They wouldn’t let me take him away.
MME. TUPIN. He was a curiosity for the doctors.
TUPIN. And they nursed him and they nursed him and they nursed him. They didn’t leave him a minute. They made him live in spite of himself. And they let the other children—the strong ones—go to the bad. With half the money and the fuss they wasted on the cripple they could have made fine fellows of all the others.
PRES. And was that the reason you did away with the next?
MME. TUPIN. For all the good he’d have got out of this world he might thank me for not letting him come into it.
PRES. He should never have been created.
TUPIN. That’s true.