Mrs. Lorrimer. How is Marion?
Mrs. Wolton. In the same extraordinary frame of mind—I'm afraid she'll be ill.
Mrs. Lorrimer. You mean, so composed?
Mrs. Wolton. Yes, so hard—she hasn't shed a tear—the only person she's at all human with is that poor creature upstairs. And you know she's sent for him.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Surprised.] She's going to see him?
Mrs. Wolton. She insists upon doing so.
Mrs. Lorrimer. I wonder why? I never want to see any of my husbands again— [Crosses to Mrs. Wolton.] after they've once disappointed me.
Mrs. Wolton. I suspect—I don't know—Marion refuses to talk about it, but her sending for this Mrs.—er—Miss—er—dear me, I don't know what to call her—but you know who I mean—I think Marion has an idea she can help her to—er— [She hesitates.
Mrs. Lorrimer. You don't mean to marry Fletcher? [Mrs. Wolton nods her head. Incredulously.] She still wants to?
Mrs. Wolton. Anything for her child's future.