The Father. Is my wife really so ill?
The Grandfather. It is no good trying to deceive me any longer; it is too late now, and I know the truth better than you!...
The Uncle. But we are not blind; we are not.
The Father. Would you like to go into your daughter's room? This misunderstanding must be put an end to.—Would you?
The Grandfather [becoming suddenly undecided]. No, no, not now—not yet.
The Uncle. You see, you are not reasonable.
The Grandfather. One never knows how much a man has been unable to express in his life!... Who made that noise?
The Eldest Daughter. It is the lamp flickering, grandfather.
The Grandfather. It seems to me to be very unsteady—very!
The Daughter. It is the cold wind troubling it....