[Producing Lady Twombley’s letter to Brooke.] I picked up a letter in the next room. I thought it was the note you wrote me about the plum-coloured peignoir and that it had fallen from my pocket. I glanced at it. Oh, look! [She hands the letter to Lady Twombley.]
Lady Twombley.
Gracious!
Mrs. Gaylustre.
But that is not the worst. It tells me that you are in trouble—you, the best friend I have in the world, my benefactress. Oh, what shall I do?
Lady Twombley.
Hold your tongue about it.
Mrs. Gaylustre.
Ah! why did I read it through?
Lady Twombley.