Mrs. Lawty. I daresay that all depends upon with whom one is walking.
Mrs. Warren. Betty, you don't really mean to tell me that you walked ... walked down a public highway with a strange man!
Betty. Why, Mother, he isn't a strange man. I know both Doctor and Mrs. Hunter.
Mrs. Warren. But such a short acquaintance ... and to be walking with him ... walking with him in broad daylight.
Betty. What would you have me do? Walk with him after dark?
Mrs. Warren. Oh!
Mrs. Lawty. (When she recovers her breath) I—I really must be going, Mrs. Warren. I must not be late to the meeting, you know. (She pauses.) And perhaps you would rather be alone with your daughter at this time. (She rises.) Good afternoon, Mrs. Warren. Good afternoon.
Mrs. Warren. Good afternoon, Mrs. Lawty.
Betty. Good-bye.