She was on the way to the door. There she paused.
"I do not fully understand it yet," she was saying. "It is monstrous. I dare say I never shall understand it." Then they heard her rustling up the stairs.
Madam Fulton and her old friend looked at each other. When a door closed overhead, Billy's face relaxed and Madam Fulton put a hand over her lips.
"Billy," said she weakly, "am I so bad?"
"You're a dear, Florrie. Don't you worry."
"But, Billy, is she right?"
"Oh, yes, my dear, she's right."
"I'm a shocking person, then!"
"Yes, you're truly shocking. But you're a dear, Florrie, you're a dear."