ALBERT
All right.
CRILLY We'd have no comfort in the house if your mother's mind was distracted.
Mrs. Crilly enters from corridor. She is a woman of forty, dressed
in a tailor-made costume. She has searching eyes. There is something
of hysteria about her mouth. She has been good-looking.
CRILLY
Good night, Marianne.
MRS. CRILLY Are you finishing the abstracts, Albert?
ALBERT I'm working at them. It's a good job we didn't leave the old man much latitude for making mistakes.
MRS. CRILLY (closing door) He'll have to resign.
CRILLY
Good God, Marianne. (He rises)
MRS. CRILLY Well. Let him be sent away without a pension. Of course, he can live with us the rest of his life and give us nothing for keeping him.
CRILLY I don't know what's in your mind at all, Marianne. (He crosses over to the cabinet, opens it, and fills out another glass of whisky)