ELFIE. [Crosses to LAURA, puts arms around her.] Don't be foolish, dearie. You know there is somebody waiting for you—somebody who'll be good to you and get you out of this mess.
LAURA. You mean Will Brockton? [Looking up.
ELFIE. Yes.
LAURA. Do you know where he is?
ELFIE. Yes.
LAURA. Well?
ELFIE. You won't get sore again if I tell you, will you?
LAURA. No—why? [Rises.
ELFIE. He's downstairs—waiting in the car. I promised to tell him what you said.
LAURA. Then it was all planned, and—and—