Mrs. Emptage.
[Removing Theophila’s bonnet.] In your bonnet all day again; your head must be splitting. I know. Do you remember my head at the flower-show at Eastbourne?
[Mrs. Cloys bends over Theophila and helps her to get rid of her cape.
Theophila.
Thanks, awfully.
[She takes her bonnet from Mrs. Emptage, and fiercely begins to roll it in her cape, as if about to crush them together.
Mrs. Emptage.
[Uttering a little scream, running round the settee to her.] What are you doing?
[There is a general movement.
Theophila.