(The knocker sounds.)
Mrs. Warren. Clara ... Clara!
(Clara enters from the Left.)
Clara. Did you call me, ma'am?
Mrs. Warren. Clara, there is someone at the door.
Clara. Very well, ma'am. (She goes out.)
Mrs. Pickering. I am sure Mrs. Warren will forgive our very grave mistake. But it was for her sake that——
Betty. How could you ever dream of worrying my dear mother by such scandalous gossip? It is shameful!
Mrs. Warren. Betty ... Betty!