MASSEY. Had a tiff?
CHARLEY. A tiff—we don’t tiff.
MASSEY. Well, then, don’t shout at her like that. [To SYBIL.] Here—are you sure she was crying?
SYBIL. Yes, quite.
MASSEY. That’s queer. She didn’t use to.
CHARLEY. She’s been worrying, I expect. Women worry so quick.
MASSEY. What’s she got to worry about? A bit hysterical, perhaps.
Re-enter MRS. MASSEY.
MASSEY. Is she better?
MRS. M. She’s got a headache, she says. But it isn’t that; I know what’s the matter. When she came to-day she could hardly speak—