Ethel. [Kneeling, with one knee on the sofa.] Still, I will say one thing, I've always been dying to have it happen.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Ethel! What a little beast you are.
Fanshaw. Oh, she didn't mean to Marion particularly. Did you, Ethel?
Ethel. No; if I had my choice I'd rather see it happen to Kitty; she's always pretending she's so sincere and all that.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Marion is well rid of a man like Fletcher.
Ethel. Oh, I don't know—I believe I'd take him to-morrow if he asked me.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Well, I wish he would—it would serve you just right.
Fanshaw. Oh, but you couldn't, to-morrow, even if he did ask you—you forget.
Ethel. Oh, of course I did. My dear, I meant to tell you when I came in that I'm announcing my engagement to-day.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Good gracious, to whom?