Mrs. C She is not the same girl since she accepted Hardress. She quarrels—weeps—complains, and has lost her spirits.
Kyrle She feels the neglect of Hardress.
Anne [Without, R.] Don’t answer me! Obey, and hold your tongue!
Mrs. C Do you hear? she is rating one of the servants.
Anne [Without.] No words—I’ll have no sulky looks, neither.
Enter Anne, R., dressed as a bride, with a vail and wreath in her hand.
Anne Is that the vail and wreath I ordered? How dare you tell me that? [Throws it off, R.
Mrs. C Anne! [Anne sees Kyrle—stands confused.
Kyrle You are surprised to see me in your house, Miss Chute?
Anne You are welcome, sir.