Theodore
We don't need your pity! We don't want your praise! Poverty, suffering, even separation, have only drawn us closer together. We love each other through it all! Why, in the last letter the doctor let her write she said, she said—[Suddenly overcome with emotion, turns abruptly.] If you'll excuse me, Lucy ... Sanitarium ... the telephone.
[Theodore goes into the house.
Judge
Not praise or pity but something more substantial and, by George, I'll get it for them!
[Turns to John, who interrupts.
John
See the example he sets to society—I honor him for it.
Judge
Fine! but that doesn't seem to restore Mary's radiant health, Theodore's brilliant youth.