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Millicent: (putting aside her embroidery) There was no need for you to tell me that what I was doing was a waste of time. I have to do something. I'm doing it for Esme's youngest and I'm doing it because I love her. I don't know why I love her. Don't ask me. I don't know what doing this says, but it says something. Anyone can see that. (Breaking down) I have to do something. I have to fill in the time. I'm happy to do it. I'm perfectly happy to be doing it. At least I was until you said that what I was doing was useless. Now I don't know what to do.

She gets up and walks back and forth.

Bert: You're filling in time. Just cluttering up your life with needles. It's futile. (Rowing the boat furiously) It's bloody futile.

He rows. She paces. Suddenly Bert stands and steps out of the boat.

Bert: Perhaps. Perhaps we could go to the pictures or something?

Millicent: What for? What for? What's the use?

Bert: Or watch T.V. or something? We should do something.

Millicent: (in a panic) But what, Bert? What? What? What can we do?

Bert: What?

He begins to pace. They become more frenetic.

Bert: And it's meant to be a special day. A special day, Millicent.

Millicent: I know. I know.

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