—He orders us about as he pleases, gets us out of bed, and makes us watch; and then it turns out that our coming wasn't even needed.
—We came of our own accord, didn't we? We must tell the truth. There, she's screaming again.
—Haven't you had as much of it as you want?
—Are you satisfied?
—I keep my mouth shut and wait.
—You're an angel.
[They laugh. The cries grow louder.
—Listen to her. What fearful pain she must be suffering. Have you any idea of what the pain is like? It's as if your insides were being torn to pieces.
—We all have borne children.
—It's just as if she were not herself. I don't recognize our friend's voice. It's naturally so soft and gentle.