Sydney. I’m not gone.
Hilary. But that boy—?
Sydney. That’s done with.
Miss Fairfield. You’ve jilted him?
Sydney. Yes.
Miss Fairfield. Like mother, like daughter.
Sydney. Just so.
Miss Fairfield. I pray you get your punishment.
Sydney. Your prayers will surely be answered, Auntie.
Hilary. [Slowly] It was a cruel thing to do.