The Sentimental High School Girl [inspired]. Grandma...! [She rushes over to her and covers her with kisses.]
[Grandma bears all these amiabilities with pleasurable tolerance. She strokes and pats the grandchildren and as they retire, she fondly gazes after them, nodding to them with laughter.]
Grandmother. Curt—are not you going with the others?
The Disagreeable Young Man. No.
Grandmother. Why not, Curt? Why don't you follow the others?
The Disagreeable Young Man. They think that I am bad, and I know that they are stupid.
[Grandmother seats herself in silence. The Disagreeable Young Man continues to read. He lights a new cigarette. While lighting the cigarette—]
The Disagreeable Young Man. Grandma!
Grandmother. What is it, my child?
The Disagreeable Young Man. Whatever you say might, of course, never be questioned....