MRS. EPPINGWELL
(In low voice.)
Hush. It is a public place, and she has as much right here as you or I. Don't insult the poor woman.
MRS. McFEE
(Snorting.)
In my way of thinking the insult's the other way around. Come you, Mrs. Eppingwell, we must go. The verra air is contameenated.