Gertrude. No, not yet. [The three sit again with a murmur of disappointment.
Gertrude. Well. I only hope Marion will be happy,—she's taught so many others how to enjoy the best of life.
Ethel. I don't see how you can sympathize with her in her philanthropic fads! I believe in being charitable, but there's a right and a wrong way!
Kitty. [Quietly.] Yes, I don't suppose there's a fashionable subscription list in town that hasn't your name on it.
Ethel. Not one! And as near the top as I can get.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Leaning over to speak to Ethel.] I agree with you! I went down to one of Marion's working women's evening meetings—and, really, I was bored to death.
Ethel. Isn't the church trimmed horribly; looks as if they did it themselves. It would be just like Marion to have some silly sentiment about it. [Organ stops.
Kitty. [Strongly.] I like Marion for her sentiment. I only hope she isn't marrying Fletcher because of it, in the hope that she will make his life, and perhaps have to spoil her own.
Blanche. [Leaning over and speaking to the three women in front.] Doesn't the church look lovely!
Ethel. [Who said it looked horridly.] Perfectly lovely!