Lise. Look me in the face and try and seem as though you had some hope in life.
Daughter. I can’t. I can’t thank you either for your good-will, for you have given me more pain than you know—you woke me with a shake when I lay in the sunshine by a woodland precipice and slept.
Lise. Give me another chance, and I’ll wake you with songs and flowers. Good night. Sleep well. [Exit.]
SCENE V
Previous characters. Later the DRESSER.
Mother. An angel of light in white garments, T suppose! No! She’s a devil, a regular devil! And you! How silly you’ve been behaving! What madness next, I wonder! Playing the sensitive when other people’s hides are so thick.
Daughter. To think of your being able to tell me all those untruths. Deceiving me so that I talked thus about my father during so many years.
Mother. Oh, come on! It’s no good crying over spilt milk.
Daughter. And then again, Aunt Augusta!
Mother. Stop it. Aunt Augusta is a most excellent woman, to whom you are under a great obligation.