Act II

This always happens whenever we play a game. We’re a beastly family, and I hate us.

Speak for yourself, dear.

I can’t, without speaking for everyone else too⁠—we’re all exactly the same, and I’m ashamed of us.⁠—Come into the library, Sandy.

Charming! It’s all perfectly charming.

I think it would be better, Judith, if you exercised a little more influence over the children.

That’s right⁠—blame it all on me.

After all, dear, you started it, by snapping everybody up.

You ought never to have married me, David; it was a great mistake.

The atmosphere of this house is becoming more unbearable every day, and all because Simon and Sorel are allowed to do exactly what they like.

You sit upstairs all day, writing your novels.