MRS. MUSKAT
But I have with you. Everyone says hard things against the poor dead boy—except us two. You don’t say he was bad.
JULIE
[Raising her voice yet higher, this time on a defiant, wholly triumphant note.] Yes, I do.
MRS. MUSKAT
I understand, my child. But he beat me, too. What does that matter? I’ve forgotten it.
JULIE
[From now on answers her coldly, drily, without looking at her.] That’s your own affair.
MRS. MUSKAT
If I can help you in any way——