It was truth, you mean. [Lady Cynthia curtsies.] Something pointed at me. What was it?
Lady Cynthia:
Why should you think it was about you?
Herbert:
What was it, then? You silly girl, if you don’t tell, the others will.
Lady Cynthia:
[Turning to them in appeal.] You won’t, will you, girls?
Miss Fitton:
Of course they will; women always tell of each other, so I’ll save them the trouble. Lady Cynthia said, she’d rather be the Queen you knelt to, than the Captain you struck.
Lady Cynthia: