Don’t go on at me like that—I’m too wretched.
Helen
[Going to her]
Florence dear, forgive me, but it’s true—and I don’t want it to be.
[The door opens and Nicky enters. He is in dressing-gown and pyjamas. His face looks strained and white.]
Florence
Nicky!
Nicky
Helen, I want to talk to mother, please.