Leslie.
From your mother?
Irene.
From my mother. Read it.
Leslie.
[As she reads.] Oh—oh! Irene, do you guess the drift of this?
Irene.
Better than you do, Leslie. It is a humble apology from Mrs. Stonehay for her unintentional rudeness upon misunderstanding the motive of Mrs. Renshaw’s extreme kindness to poor Miss Preece.
Leslie.