“Lydia: I was just trying to open the door. Mrs. Butterfield brought over a skeleton key.

Charles: Let me have it.

Lydia: But it doesn't work. [She hands her father the key. He looks at it and throws it in the corner]

Charles: Skeleton keys never work. Anyway, this can wait. We'll get a crowbar later. Where's your mother?

Lydia: Stepmother.

Charles: I'm going down to relax. I want a noise-free zone. Do you understand? Noise-free. [he goes down the stairs]

Lydia: Dad?

Charles: [irritated, over his shoulder] What?

Lydia: I'm lonely.

Charles: What?

Lydia: Nothing.”