Mrs. Tillman. My dear, if we hadn't lent her to you for these few weeks, you wouldn't have got anybody decent for so short a time.
Tillman. Why didn't Jack want her to come?
Jinny. I don't know, he just didn't want her; and then last week he talked with her in the library for three-quarters of an hour by my watch.
Mrs. Tillman. Why?
Jinny. Oh, it seems she has troubles, too! All single young women with troubles, of no matter what class, seem to make a bee line for my husband, even if they have to cross the ocean!
Tillman. What do you mean?
Jinny. [Half laughing.] Oh, nothing, but it was about that talk with Maggie that we had our last quarrel.
[Maggie enters Right.
Maggie. Mrs. Cullingham.
[A second's dead silence, the announcement falling like a bombshell.