Augusta.
And then!—And then!—Bosh!
Robert (with simulated astonishment).
I beg your pardon—I thought—but you no longer depend on mere outward charms!
Ida (soothingly).
Oh! Mr Robert!
Robert.
H’m, mustn’t I defend myself?
Augusta (half choked with tears).
Just like you! Just like you. Your whole—my age—it’s infamous of you! Mrs Buchner! isn’t it too mean of him? To me! I—I who have stuck to mother—through the best—most beautiful time of my young life!—whilst all of you—I—just as if I’d been a servant-girl!