"Constance!"
"Constance?"
"Yes, Constance!"
"Constance?"
"Yes, Constance!"
"The bad one!" screamed Auntie Rine.
"Yes, Rine, the bad one, Rine. She's a wicked woman, Rine, a wicked woman! She has a lover!..."
"A lover?"
"Yes, Rine. Can you understand her being here? Can you understand that she's not ashamed? Can you understand her showing herself? Yes, Rine, she's a wicked woman, she's ... she's...."
"What is she, Tine?"