MRS. HEYST. And now the family name must be dragged in disgrace again.
ELIS. Do they suspect her?
MRS. HEYST. They say that suspicion leads in a certain direction—it's pretty plain where.
ELIS. I must talk to her.
MRS. HEYST. Don't speak harshly to her. I can stand no more. Oh, she is lost—regained but lost again! Speak kindly to her. [She goes out R.]
ELIS [At door L.]. Oh,—[Calls] Eleonora, come out here. I want to speak to you.
ELEONORA [Coming in, her hair down]. I was just putting up my hair.
ELIS. Never mind that. Tell me, little sister, where did you get that flower?
ELEONORA. I took it from—
ELIS. Oh, God!