MRS. FLAMM
Every tear is wasted that one might shed for you an' your kind. But you can spare me your speeches, Flamm.
The MAID brings in the afternoon coffee.
THE MAID
Rose Bernd's out in the kitchen.
MRS. FLAMM
Come, girl! Wheel me out! [To FLAMM.] You can help shove me aside. Somewhere in the world there'll be a little room for me! I won't be in the way. You can call her in when I'm gone.
FLAMM
[Sternly, to the MAID.] Tell the girl to wait for a moment. [The MAID leaves the room.] Mother, you have to say a word to her! I can't…. My hands are tied.