Daughter. That’s not true either—it was my father, I’m sure, who had me educated.
Mother. Well, yes, it was, but I too have to live. You’re so petty! And you’re vindictive as well. Can’t you forget a little taradiddle like that? Hello!Augusta’s turned up already. Come along, now let us humble folks amuse ourselves as best as we can.
SCENE VI
Previous Characters. DRESSER.
Dresser. Yes, it was he right enough. You see, I’d guessed quite right.
Mother. Oh, well, don’t let’s bother about the blackguard.
Daughter. Don’t speak like that, mother; it’s not a bit true!
Dresser. What’s not true?
Daughter. Come along. We’ll play cards. I can’t pull down the wall which you’ve taken so many years to build up. Come along then. [She sits down at the card table and begins to shuffle the cards.]
Mother. Well, you’ve come to your senses at last, my gal.