Dada blinks up at her, wearily.
Dada, I want to tell you something for your own good and for Jerry’s good. You want Jerry to keep his position, don’t you?
Dada. Jerry’s a fine boy. He was born to my second wife in eighteen hundred and——
Doris [interrupting impatiently]. Yes, I know he was. But I mean now.
Dada. No, I’ll never have any more children. Children are hard to raise properly.
This is aimed at her.
Doris. Look at here, Dada. What I think is the best thing to do is to resign your position.
Dada. The——?
Doris. You’re too old, you see, if you know what I mean. You’re sort of—oh, not crazy, but just sort of feeble-minded.
Dada [who has caught one word]. Yes, I’m a little feeble. [He dozes off.]