Mrs. H. That was my duty—and I never had her full confidence.
Jean. Wasn't it natural she——
Mrs. H. Well, all things considered, she might have wanted to tell me who was responsible.
Jean. Oh! Aunt Lydia!
Mrs. H. All she ever said was that she was ashamed—(losing her temper and her fine feeling for the innocence of her auditor)—ashamed that she "hadn't had the courage to resist"—not the original temptation but the pressure brought to bear on her "not to go through with it," as she said.
Jean (wrinkling her brows). You are being so delicate—I'm not sure I understand.
Mrs. H. (irritably). The only thing you need understand is that she's not a desirable companion for a young girl.
(Pause.)
Jean. When did you see her after—after——