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20 (with a sarcasm that is completely thrown away on her). You have been wonderfully quick, precious quick!

(He is now at the foot of bed, is by its side, holding the medicine spoon insinuatingly in her mouth.)

(proudly, as she pours out medicine). Michael, now you will see how father takes it.

(hedging). Michael first.

(full of unworthy suspicions). Father first.

. It will make me sick, you know.

(lightly). Come on, father.

. Hold your tongue, sir.

(disturbed). I thought you took it quite easily, father, saying ‘Thank you, kind parents, for’

. That is not the point; the point is that there is more in my glass than in Michael’s spoon. It isn’t fair, I swear though it were with my last breath, it is not fair.

(coldly). Father, I’m waiting.