Betty. From Mrs. Hunter.
Ladies. Oh. (They watch Betty curiously as she reads the note.)
Betty. Mother, Mrs. Hunter asks if I might go for a carriage drive with her this afternoon to gather wild flowers. She is going to stop for me. She says the doctor told her how very fond I am of flowers.
Mrs. Warren. (With a great sigh of relief) Oh!
Betty. May I go?
Mrs. Warren. Why, yes, dear, if you think——
Mrs. Romney. I fear these ladies were quite mistaken about——
Mrs. Lawty. These ladies, indeed! Do you not include yourself,—that is to say, are you not one of us?
Mrs. Romney. God forbid!
Ladies. Oh!