Lady John. You went?
Jean. How could you?
Miss L. I put on an old gown and a tawdry hat—— (Turns to Lady John.) You'll never know how many things are hidden from a woman in good clothes. The bold, free look of a man at a woman he believes to be destitute—you must feel that look on you before you can understand—a good half of history.
Mrs. H. (rises). Jean!——
Jean. But where did you go—dressed like that?
Miss L. Down among the homeless women—on a wet night looking for shelter.
Lady John (hastily). No wonder you've been ill.
Jean (under breath). And it's like that?
Miss L. No.