Gladys.
Advancing to Lily. Are you in?
Lily.
In?
Gladys.
Surveying Lily with mingled disdain and pity. Oh you do look washed out!
Lily.
Going to Gladys. Never you mind whether I look washed out or not. Who is it?
Lily takes the card, reads some writing upon it, and stands twiddling the card in her fingers.
Gladys.