Mrs. Lloyd-Evans: The girl herself seems absolutely callous. I couldn’t get a word out of her. The mother says she hasn’t been able to, either, and she’s been trying to force her to tell her when it happened. The grandmother was there, as well, and you know what an odious old woman she is. I shouldn’t be at all surprised if she’d been in the plot the whole time.
Mrs. Ballantyne: When did all this conversation take place, if I may ask?
Mrs. Lloyd-Evans: Only yesterday. I happened to go in there, and found the mother in tears, so of course I got the whole story out of her. I felt it was a question for the Welfare Committee—married women, like ourselves—and I’ve done absolutely nothing, except ask Dr. Akers to see the girl and make certain.
Mrs. Akers: Well! He’s never said a word to me about it. I must say, he was out late last night and early this morning, but I do think he ought to have given me a hint.
Mrs. Lloyd-Evans: Gentlemen are so odd, about anything to do with their business. I’ve often noticed it. One has to probe for hours, sometimes, to get the simplest piece of information.
Mrs. Akers: Look here, we shall have to settle something. Of course the girl must go away.
The Others: Of course.
Mrs. Akers: The question is, where?
Mrs. Ballantyne: Surely some Sisterhood would take her in.
Mrs. Lloyd-Evans: One doesn’t want to be hard on her. I told the mother that we should discuss it all quietly amongst ourselves before settling anything.