Mrs. C. I will coax him to eat something.
Vir. (Smiling sadly) Coax him, mamma?
Mrs. C. Yes, dear. Go now.
Vir. I can not.
Mrs. C. I command you, my daughter.
Vir. Please do not command me. You have never had to pardon disobedience in me.
Mrs. C. Nor shall I have cause now. Obey me, Virginia.
Vir. Would you send me into hell, mother?
Mrs. C. Daughter!
Vir. That is what a bed is to me when Edgar is out like this.