Yes, but what made you angry?
Duchess.
Why, that.
Mrs. Eden.
That!
Duchess.
They were shocking words to listen to, even when spoken by a mere fortune-teller. And you—why did you not confide to us the result of Mr. Valma's reading of your palm?
[Sophy comes from the bedroom carrying a jewel-case, which she deposits upon the dressing-table.
Mrs. Eden.
I was in a rage too. Ha! there's only one man in love with me, it appears.