Mrs. Denham.
How dare you scream at me like that?
Undine.
(crying) But you're hurting me.
Mrs. Denham.
Bear it then, bear it decently, without screaming like a beast. Have you done your sums?
Undine.
Not all.
Mrs. Denham.
(looking at sums) Only one done, and that not right. Oh, this wicked waste of time! You are killing me and killing yourself. When you waste your time you are wasting your life. Why will you waste your time?