Sorel
I sometimes wish we were more normal and bouncing, Simon.
Simon
Why?
Sorel
I should like to be a fresh, open-air girl with a passion for games.
Simon
Thank God you’re not.
Sorel
It would be so soothing.
Simon
Not in this house.
Sorel
Where’s Mother?
Simon
In the garden, practising.
Sorel
Practising?
Simon
She’s learning the names of the flowers by heart.
Sorel
What’s she up to?
Simon
I don’t know.—Damn! that’s crooked.