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I] you will be sorry for. Are you not glad my son is fond of me?

Who taught him to be? Who taught him to run to meet you? Who told him you would bring him home toys when you were out on your rambles in the rain, forgetting all about him—and me? I did. I taught him to love you.

Yes, dear. I know it was you.

[Almost crying.] And then you try to turn everyone against me. All is to be for you. I am to appear false and cruel to everyone except to you. Because you take advantage of my simplicity as you did—the first time.

[Violently.] And you have the courage to say that to me?

[Facing him.] Yes, I have! Both then and now. Because I am simple you think you can do what you like with me. [Gesticulating.] Follow him now. Call him names. Make him be humble before you and make him despise me. Follow him!

[Controlling himself.] You forget that I have allowed you complete liberty—and allow you it still.

[Scornfully.] Liberty!

Yes, complete. But he must know that I know.