Sydney. She stands for Noah and the flood. She’d no business to go dragging up Father and the divorce on Christmas morning to upset you.
Margaret. It wasn’t your aunt.
Sydney. Then it was me, I suppose! “If I could only control my tongue and my temper,” and all the rest of it!
Margaret. [Quietly] No, it was about Kit.
Sydney. Kit? Oh, that’s all right, Mother. Don’t you worry about me and Kit.
Margaret. I do.
Sydney. You needn’t.
Margaret. [Shyly] You see, I thought I was in love at seventeen, too.
Sydney. Oh, but I quite know what I’m doing.
Margaret. And now I know I didn’t know much about it. I don’t want you to be—rushed.