[Adjusting the flowers with the aid of the mirror.] Yes, but it isn’t only Theo. I’ve been doing a bit of lying-awake on my own account, I can tell you.
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.
Why?
Justina.
[Moistening her eyelashes as she again surveys her face.] Why, if this business had gone against my sister, it wouldn’t have bettered my chances—eh?
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.
No, perhaps it wouldn’t.
Justina.
I’m twenty—oh, you know——
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.