[To Green.] I've sung so seldom since my marriage, and they've had such a difficulty to lure me out of my tiny wee shell. Would you mind dwelling on that a little?
Green.
Of course not; anything I can do, deah lady——
Mrs. Quebec.
That's too utterly sweet of you. You shall have full particulars to-morrow. I wouldn't bother you, but it's charity, isn't it? Oh, and there's something else I want you to be kind over——!
[Noyes returns.
Noyes.
Mrs. Godfrey Anslow.
[The Hon. Mrs. Godfrey Anslow enters and Noyes goes out again.
Mrs. Anslow.