Pringle.
Really? It—it must have upset her considerably.
Sylvia.
It did. But, luckily, mother never loses her head. She locked the study doors at once, and we shut these, and I don't think the servants suspect anything at present. But they're sure to find out before long.
Pringle.
Yes. I'm afraid it's bound to leak out.
Sylvia.
But how could this horrible thing have happened?
Pringle.
[Solemnly.] My dear Miss Sylvia, let me remind you that "there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of in——"