LADY MARY (disdaining him). You have told her?
LORD BROCKLEHURST. Certainly, Mary, certainly; I tell mother everything.
LADY MARY (curling her lip). And what did she say?
LORD BROCKLEHURST. To tell the truth, mother rather pooh-poohed the whole affair.
LADY MARY (incredulous). Lady Brocklehurst pooh-poohed the whole affair!
LORD BROCKLEHURST. She said, ‘Mary and I will have a good laugh over this.’
LADY MARY (outraged). George, your mother is a hateful, depraved old woman.
LORD BROCKLEHURST. Mary!
LADY MARY (turning away). Laugh indeed, when it will always be such a pain to me.
LORD BROCKLEHURST (with strange humility). If only you would let me bear all the pain, Mary.