Judith
Gratitude for what, I’d like to know?
Sorel
Mother, keep calm.
Judith
Calm! I’m furious.
David
What have you got to be furious about? Everyone rushing round adoring you and saying how wonderful you are—
Judith
I am wonderful, Heaven knows, to have stood you for all these years.
Sorel
Mother, do sit down and be quiet.
Simon
How dare you speak to Mother like that!
Judith
Wailing.
Oh, oh! To think that my daughter should turn against me!
David
Don’t be theatrical.
Judith
I’m not theatrical—I’m wounded to the heart.
David
Rubbish—rubbish—rubbish!