The Disagreeable Young Man. Yes, grandma, you are quite right. But I maintain that human learning and experience have proved—
The Polite Young Man. Why don't you stop? Do you perhaps want to insult grandma? You are taking too great an advantage of our good nature—I'll tell you that!
The Disagreeable Young Man. If you folks had any sense—
The Polite Young Man. Don't you know enough....
The Other Grandchildren. ... to shut up. [Attacks him.] Indeed. He's right. Stop—shut up!
[The Disagreeable Young Man, in spite of this scene, wants to continue, but the protests of the others drown his voice. He casts a contemptuous look at them, shrugs his shoulders, throws himself on the sofa and begins to read.]
The Polite Young Man. Now don't trouble yourself about him any longer, grandma dear. Here, rest yourself nicely in this chair among us.
The Jovial Young Man. There, grandma! The old folks are there at table. We young people are here in the fresh air. We lacked only the youngest one of us all. And here you are.
[There is a glad assent as the Grandmother sits down.]
The Vivacious Girl. Are you quite comfortable, grandma dear? Would you like something to rest your feet on?