SHEILA. I think Leonard wants whipping.
ADA. It was rather decent of Edgar to go to the funeral.
SHEILA. It was scoring against Leonard, too.
ADA. Well, that’s not very nice to your husband.
SHEILA. Oh! I wish I didn’t keep saying things and thinking things against him. He’s my child’s father; he’s not only my husband.
ADA. Who’s coming?
[The maid shows in MARY who stands near the door for a moment. SHEILA goes to her rapidly and kisses her. MARY is a little startled and discomposed by this.]
MARY. [To ADA.] Is your mother in?
ADA. [Rather graciously.] How d’y do, Mary? [They shake hands.] Yes, she’s somewhere about. Sit down, won’t you? Er—won’t you take your things off?
MARY. No, thank you. I can’t stay long.