Mother, you are brutal! Brutal! Brutal!
MRS. FELIX
No. You are going to be.
FANNY
I believe you hate me.
MRS. FELIX
I hate myself when I see what I was yesterday in you today. I hate myself for letting that yesterday live in you instead of killing it when you were a child. I only saw myself as I was just before your father decided to finish things. Knowing he would lose me anyhow, he told me how fatal his love for me had been. “A beautiful poisonous orchid,” he called me—(breaks down) Fanny, Fanny, Fanny!
FANNY (coldly)
Mother, don’t make a scene!
MRS. FELIX (drying her eyes)