ESTHER—How awful!
JOHN—Well, can you blame him?
EMILY—And the awful cheek of that Bigelow person—coming here—
ESTHER—They appeared as friendly as ever when we came in.
JOHN—[Scornfully.] Curt is a blind simpleton—and that man is a dyed-in-the-wool scoundrel.
JAYSON—[Frightenedly.] Shhh! Suppose we were overheard!
EMILY—When Curt leaves we can put her in her proper place. I'll soon let her know she hasn't fooled me, for one. [While she is speaking MRS. D. has gotten up and is going silently toward the door.]
JAYSON—[Testily.] Aunt Elizabeth, where are you going?
MRS. D.—[Tenderly.] I must see him again, the dear! [She goes out.]
ESTHER—[Devoured by curiosity—hesitatingly.] I think I—come on, Emily. Let's go up and see—