Fanshaw. And very bad imitations, too.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Well, if I could make as much as Conrad, I'd be willing to imitate codfish!
Ethel. [Takes up a small box at which she has been looking.] Here's my present. I might as well take it home with me and save you the trouble. [Puts it in her pocket. She looks at silver hand-glass.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Dryly.] Thank you! Was that your present in a Tiffany box—a small diamond pin?
Ethel. Yes, wasn't it sweet?
Mrs. Lorrimer. Rather. I saw those pins marked down at Wanamaker's Christmas time.
Ethel. For heaven's sake, don't tell Marion. [Re-enter Maid.
Maid. Mrs. Wolton will be down at once, madam— [Maid exits at back. Fanshaw crosses to table.
Ethel. [Who goes back to Mrs. Lorrimer.] Wasn't it awful yesterday—in the church! [Crosses.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [With a sigh.] Awful. [Rises and crosses to centre.