Mrs. Parbury.
Oh! And you are the daughter of a clergyman! [She goes up and fetches the A.B.C. from bookcase, and offers it to Miss Woodward.] Here is the A.B.C.
Miss Woodward.
[Turning away.] I have no use for it just now, thank you.
Mrs. Parbury.
Then I’ll look you out an early morning train myself. [Sits L.] Let me see—[turning over leaves]—Carfields, Worcestershire, isn’t it? Here it is. 7.20. I suppose that’s too early. 9.35; that will do. Please understand you are to take the 9.35 from Paddington in the morning.
Miss Woodward.
[Firmly.] I shall do nothing of the kind.
Mrs. Parbury.