Miss Woodward.
You will let me be quite frank?
Mrs. Parbury.
Oh, I shall like it.
Mrs. Parbury.
I’ll take the risk. [Comes down L., sits on sofa.] Go on, please.
Miss Woodward.
The interest which I began to take in Mr. Parbury sprang in a way from what has been called the maternal instinct.
Mrs. Parbury.
If you go through the world exercising your maternal instinct on other women’s husbands, Miss Woodward, you’ll end badly.