Mrs. Romney. That is ... oh, is there any cause for her being jealous of any particular person, Mrs. Warren?
Mrs. Warren. (Choking on her tea) Eh? No ... no ... not that I know of.
Mrs. Romney. How uninteresting. The doctor is such a charming gentleman. Dear me, I do hope I will have another attack of indigestion, or something of that sort soon. I am sure Doctor Hunter would be such a splendid physician ... he is so good looking. (She puts down her teacup.) Dear me, I must be going. I am on my way to the meeting of the "Helping Hand Society" and——
Mrs. Warren. Yes, Mrs. Lawty has just gone. She dropped in to see me for a moment.
Mrs. Romney. Mrs. Lawty ... that one? I'm not speaking to her.
Mrs. Warren. Oh, dear, you ... you don't really mean you have quarrelled? So unladylike.
Mrs. Romney. Ladylike ... ladylike? Ladylike be damned!
Mrs. Warren. (Almost jumping out of her chair) Mrs. Romney!
Mrs. Romney. Mrs. Warren, I beg your pardon. I forgot, for a moment, to whom I was speaking.
Mrs. Warren. That was quite evident.