Mrs. Emptage.
I considered half-mourning rather a happy thought.
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.
To my mind, it looks as if you had deliberately prepared for all emergencies.
Mrs. Emptage.
[Rising, in a flutter.] ’Tina, pin some flowers in your dress at once! I’ll get Bristow to stick a bit of relief about me somewhere. And I’ll wear some more rings——
[She goes out. Justina selects some cut flowers from a vase on the pianoforte.
Justina.
Oh, Kit, we were dreadfully in the dumps. Bless you for bullying us!
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.