MRS. BEN DIXON.
Worried! I'm not worried. I'm mad!
NELLY MORRIS.
What's wrong, aunt?
MRS. BEN DIXON.
What's wrong! Ask what's right! That's the shortest question to answer. Oh, my dear child, your uncle's a villain, and I'm a born idiot, and everything's going wrong for everybody, and I can't help anybody. (Leans on Nelly's shoulder and begins to half cry.)
NELLY MORRIS.
What is it, auntie, dear?
MRS. BEN DIXON.
Don't ask me, my dear. Don't anybody ask me anything. I can't tell you. Oh that Belinda Greggs could ever develop into such a first prize fool!