Mrs. Lorrimer. [Very seriously reflecting.] Well, I can understand that. [She rouses herself and finishes in her old manner.] But, my dear, I can sympathize with her, too, poor thing. I know what's before her—you see, both mine were brutes.
Mrs. Wolton. [Rises and crosses to Mrs. Lorrimer.] Will you mind if I say something very frank to you?
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Tentatively.] Well—frank things are always disagreeable.
Mrs. Wolton. Anyway, I am going to run the risk. You know you are considered—rather—er—
Mrs. Lorrimer. I suppose you want to say heartless?
Mrs. Wolton. Oh, no!
Mrs. Lorrimer. Well—then frivolous—
Mrs. Wolton. Yes—perhaps—and—a few other things—but you aren't.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Yes, I am.
Mrs. Wolton. No, you're not.—These qualities are all only on the surface. [Both sit on sofa.] They are the rouge and powder of your character—underneath, I believe you are plain and sincere.