Ethel. [Half laughing.] That's true! By the way, have you sent back Mrs. Bayley's presents yet?
Mrs. Lorrimer. Yes, why?
Ethel. Go on, tell her, Fanshaw. [Rises and goes to centre. Mrs. Lorrimer and Fanshaw sit on sofa.
Fanshaw. [Laughing.] Oh, it's nothing, only I sent it to Mrs. Bayley myself three Christmases ago as a philopene. I suppose she thought I wouldn't remember, but she forgot both our initials are marked on the bottom.
Ethel. [At table, examining presents. Laughing.] Yes, my dear, and Marion found them. People really ought to be more careful.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Think of a woman with all Mrs. Bayley's money— [Interrupted.
Ethel. My dear, it is the rich who do these sort of things. Every year all my second-hand Christmas cards and calendars come from my wealthiest friends! And there's that thing— [Lifting a vase.] Isn't it hideous? I don't know who sent it but— [Interrupted.
Mrs. Lorrimer. I do.
Ethel. [Innocently.] Who?
Mrs. Lorrimer. I did.