Mrs. Lawty. You, my dear, are still too young to understand.
(Clara enters.)
Mrs. Lawer. I fear we were overquick in our judgment.
Mrs. Warren. Yes, Clara?
Clara. It is Mrs. Hunter, ma'am.
Mrs. Warren. Mrs. Hunter? Do have her come right in, Clara.
Clara. Yes, ma'am. Shall I bring more tea, ma'am?
Mrs. Warren. Yes, Clara ... and cake, Clara.
Clara. Yes, ma'am. (She goes out.)
Ladies. Oh, shall we stay? Or shall we go? It might be embarrassing—I am sure Mrs. Hunter——