Yes, dear. I thought——
Mrs. Parbury.
[With great reproach, and looking as if about to cry.] Clement! [She rises, and with trembling hands begins to gather up her fancy work.]
Parbury.
[Relenting.] Don’t go, dear, unless you wish to.
Mrs. Parbury.
[More tremblingly and tearfully.] I certainly don’t wish to remain where I am unwelcome.
Parbury.
[Reproachfully.] Mabel!