HENRY. What for, my dear?
LETITIA. Mother has something to say...
MRS. MASTERSON. I want to talk to you about this idea of going to the country in the winter-time.
HENRY. Oh! There's no use talking about that, Mrs. Masterson. I see I can't have my way, so there's no more to be said. I'm not the sort of man to sulk.
MRS. MASTERSON. But such an idea, Henry! For a delicate woman like Letitia...
HENRY. I know... I know. I'd have taken care of her... but that doesn't interest her. And, of course, I can't take the children away from her, and there's not much fun in the country alone. So what's the use? I give up... as I give up everything. Good-bye, all.
[Exit.]
LETITIA. I declare—such a trial! A husband who's lost his interest in life!
MRS. MASTERSON. It's that new cook of yours, Letitia.
LETITIA. Every cook is worse.