That’s what I’m trying to find out.
Florence
I’m still young inside—I’m still beautiful. Why shouldn’t I live my life as I choose?
Nicky
You’re not young or beautiful; I’m seeing for the first time how old you are. It’s horrible—your silly fair hair—and your face all plastered and painted——
Florence
Nicky—Nicky—stop—stop—stop!
[She flings herself face downwards on the bed. Nicky goes over to her.]
Nicky
Mother!