Mrs. Lorrimer. Oh, nothing, only he's an unmarried man, so I thought I'd ask. [Servant in ball-room takes away plates, and second Servant passes ices.
Marion. [To Mrs. Lorrimer.] Why are you so late, Emily? [Back to Mrs. Lorrimer.
Mrs. Lorrimer. My little girl was seedy, and I couldn't get away until I saw her asleep comfortably. It's an awful care for a young woman, my dear, having a posthumous child!
Marion. A what?
Mrs. Lorrimer. A posthumous child!
Marion. [Laughing.] How do you mean, Emily?
Mrs. Lorrimer. Why, born after it's father's divorce!
Marion. Are you girls going to have coffee?
Mrs. Lorrimer. No.
Ethel. Nor I.