Miss L. Thank you—I (catches Mrs. Heriot's eye)—I must go and put my hat on.
[Exit upstairs.
Mrs. H. (aside). How little she minds all these horrors!
Lady John. They turn me cold. Ugh! (Rising, harassed.) I wonder if she's signed the visitors' book!
Mrs. H. For all her Shelter schemes, she's a hard woman.
Jean. Miss Levering is?
Mrs. H. Oh, of course you won't think so. She has angled very adroitly for your sympathy.
Jean. She doesn't look hard.
Lady John (glancing at Jean and taking alarm). I'm not sure but what she does. Her mouth—always like this ... as if she were holding back something by main force!
Mrs. H. (half under her breath). Well, so she is.