The Father. Lighter than here.
The Uncle. For my part, I would as soon talk in the dark.
The Father. So would I. [Silence.]
The Grandfather. It seems to me the clock makes a great deal of noise....
The Eldest Daughter. That is because we are not talking any more, grandfather.
The Grandfather. But why are you all silent?
The Uncle. What do you want us to talk about?—You are really very peculiar to-night.
The Grandfather. Is it very dark in this room?
The Uncle. There is not much light. [Silence.]
The Grandfather. I do not feel well, Ursula; open the window a little.