[Looking round.] It’s all right. [With an attempt at a laugh.] Those things are to be destroyed.
Mrs. Emptage.
[Taking the bonnet and cape from Theophila.] Destroyed! They were new for the case!
Theophila.
Sniff them, mother.
Mrs. Emptage.
[Doing so.] Perfume.
Theophila.
Phew! I intend to burn every thread I’m wearing, and to have a bath before dinner.
Fraser.