Ethel. To Mr. Fanshaw.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Good heavens. Allow me to condole— [Crosses to Fanshaw.] I mean congratulate you. And so you're going to be married! [Ethel crosses. They shake hands.
Ethel. Oh, no, only engaged for a little while,—just for fun. [Mrs. Wolton enters.
Mrs. Wolton. Good morning, Ethel. I'm going to ask you to excuse Marion. She isn't seeing any one this morning.
Ethel. I understand—of course—give her my love and tell her not to mind—every one's on her side and,—she looked perfectly lovely. Tell her she had the prettiest wedding dress anyway of the season. [She goes to kiss Mrs. Wolton, who draws back. Both Mrs. Wolton and Mrs. Lorrimer are aghast at the flippant manner of Ethel. Ethel raises her eyebrows, shrugs her shoulders.] Good-bye, good-bye. Come along, Fanshaw. [Exit.
Fanshaw. [Crossing to Mrs. Wolton.] Oh, Mrs. Wolton, don't mind Ethel. She doesn't mean what she sounds like. She never does mean what she sounds like. Besides, she's a little rattled this morning. You see she's engaged again.
Mrs. Wolton. Engaged?
Fanshaw. Yes, not to Johnny. I'm it. [Ethel re-enters.
Ethel. Come along, Fanshaw.
Fanshaw. All right, I'm coming. [Takes up hat and papers. Ethel motions for him to leave papers—he does so and exits with Ethel.