Twitters. No sugar pills! For heaven’s sake, no sugar!
Mother (severely). These are rendered efficacious by an infinitesimal reduction of arsenic.
Twitters (in agony). Give them to me. (Struggling with her.)
Mother. Prejudiced monster. Like cures like. (They struggle for the phial. Twitters wrenches it away and flings it into the fire-place. Mother stands panting with rage.)
(Enter an Officer of the Law.)
Officer. Theophilus Twitters?
Twitters (excited). Yes, what is it?
Officer. I arrest you, in the name of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.
Twitters (agonized). The blow is fallen!
Mother (between horror and joy). O that I should have lived to see this day! (Crossing to Clara.) My poor child, your mother’s mother will care for you, while your sinful parent expiates his crimes!