Mrs. Lorrimer. Has it been your method, my dear, because if so I can't congratulate you on the result. You must look out for a stronger rebound next time! Try a divorced man; I hear they come back with a terrific force! I'll be generous; try one of mine. [All laugh. As they stop laughing there is the sound of something heavy falling in the room above. The chandelier trembles slightly, the lustres sound. All four lift their heads and listen a moment. A short pause.
Kitty. What was that!
Mrs. Lorrimer. The servants probably, upstairs! [Enter Marion from ball-room, smiling at the table of people as she passes.
Johnstone. [As she comes.] Here's Miss Wolton.
Mrs. Lorrimer. My dear Marion, pardon me for not rising, but I assure you I look much better sitting down! [Marion stops by Mrs. Lorrimer.
Johnstone. Not at all, Mrs. Lorrimer, they're awfully lovely!
Mrs. Lorrimer. Well, I'm sure they don't compare with yours.
Johnstone. Oh, I don't know, there are others. [Marion goes down centre.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Marion, is Mr. Dawson here?
Marion. No, he's in Boston.—Why?