Mrs. Emptage.
[Hysterically.] Oh, Kitty——!
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.
Sssh, sssh! everything has gone swimmingly, I tell you.
Justina.
For Theophila?
Mrs. Quinton Twelves.
Of course, for Theophila.
Mrs. Emptage.
[Sinking back on to the settee.] I felt sure it would.