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14 (growing solemn). At what time was I born, mother?

At two o’clock in the night-time, dearest.

. Oh, mother, I hope I didn’t wake you.

They are rather sweet, don’t you think, George?

(doting). There is not their equal on earth, and they are ours, ours!

(Unfortunately has come from the bathroom for a sponge and she collides with his trousers, the first pair he has ever had with braid on them.)

. Mary, it is too bad; just look at this; covered with hairs. Clumsy, clumsy!

( goes, a drooping figure.)

Let me brush you, dear.

(Once more she is successful. They are now by the fire, and is in bed doing idiotic things with a teddy bear.)

(depressed). I sometimes think, Mary, that it is a mistake to have a dog for a nurse.