Richly:
But it that's so your family shouldn't have you locked up.
Mrs. Prim:
Locked up—me—have me locked up?
Richly: (aside)
She's totally unaware of her illness.
Mrs. Prim: But if you are not ordinarily more crazy than at present, I think it's very wrong you should be put away.
Richly:
Me put away?
(Aside) Now she's out of whack; there it is, there it is. Let's change the subject.
(Aloud)
Well, is it that you're irritated about their selling your house?
Mrs. Prim:
They sold my house?
Richly:
At least it's better that my son bought it at a bargain price.
Mrs. Prim:
My poor Mr. Richly. My house hasn't been sold, and it's not for sale.