[She sweeps out in a towering passion.
Pauline.
Sit down, Claude, and don’t glower at me like that. It’s not my fault if mamma does not know how to behave.
Claude.
[Struggling with his rage.] That’s true, that’s true.
Pauline.
Poor mamma, her want of breeding is terrible! I have always noticed it. But that story about Mr. Chapel explains it all. Why didn’t you tell it to me before?
Claude.
I thought it would pain you.