Well, let it!—Yes, yes, of course I’m to be shoved into the background; you must always find fault with your sister. Whatever she does is wrong. It’s not a bit fair. But your Miss Ida—
William (beside himself, interrupting).
Don’t dare to speak her name!!
Augusta.
The idea! I shall talk about Ida if—
William.
Leave her name out of it, I tell you.
Augusta.
You’ve gone mad, I think. I shall—after all she’s not an angel from heaven.
William (screaming at her).