Johnstone. I don't want to hear it. [Takes a chair left centre, sits and lights cigarette.
Mrs. Lorrimer. I'm crazy about him! Where is he? [Glancing over her shoulder.
Kitty. You've no chance; he's going to marry Marion, if she'll have him.
Mrs. Lorrimer. What a shame! And will she?
Ethel. She's mad about him!
Mrs. Lorrimer. The moth and the flame! What a pity! because he'd be simply ideal for me! Why, do you know I hear that he— [Stops suddenly, looking at Johnstone and Fanshaw.
Johnstone. What do you hear? I'm in this.
Mrs. Lorrimer. I forgot Johnny and Mr. Fanshaw—there are certain things you mustn't talk about before innocent little boys!
Fanshaw. You couldn't tell us anything about Ned Fletcher!
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Laughing.] I don't want to! But I thought Marion was always going to marry Douglas Rhodes.