LAURA. Haven't you any affection for your old home?
THOMAS. None. It was a prison. You were the gaolers and the turnkeys. To keep my feet in the domestic way you made me wool-work slippers, and I had to wear them. You gave me neckties, which I wouldn't wear. You gave me affection of a demanding kind, which I didn't want. You gave me a moral atmosphere which I detested. And at last I could bear it no more, and I escaped.
LAURA (deaf to instruction). Papa, we wish you and our dear Mother to come back and live with us.
THOMAS. Live with my grandmother! How could I live with any of you?
LAURA. Where are you living?
THOMAS. Ask no questions, and you will be told no lies.
LAURA. Where is she?
THOMAS. Which she?
LAURA. The governess.
THOMAS. Which governess?