JOY. [Through her teeth.] I hate him. I didn't mean to listen, but
I hate him.
MRS. GWYN. I see. Why do you hate him?
[There is a silence.]
JOY. He—he——[She stops.]
MRS. GWYN. Yes?
JOY. [With a sort of despair.] I don't know. Oh! I don't know!
But I feel——
MRS. GWYN. I can't reason with you. As to what you heard, it 's— ridiculous.
JOY. It 's not that. It 's—it 's you!
MRS. GWYN. [Stonily.] I don't know what you mean.
JOY. [Passionately.] I wish Dad were here!