FLAMM
[Laughing.] Oh, well, that's what you women make of us—dogs. This man to-day; that man to-morrow! 'Tis bitter enough to think! You can do what you please now; follow what ways you want to!—If I so much as raise a finger in this affair again, it'll be to take a rope and beat it about my ass's ears until I can't see out of my eyes!
ROSE stares at FLAMM in wide-eyed horror.
MRS. FLAMM
What I said, Rose, stands for all that! You two'll always be provided for.
ROSE
[Whispering mechanically.] I was so ashamed! I was so ashamed!
MRS. FLAMM
Do you hear what I say, Rose?—[ROSE hurries out.] The girl's gone!—'Tis enough to make one pray for an angel to come down….