What do you suppose is—?
MRS. SPILLER
[Approaching the arbour.] Miss Helen!
HELEN
Oh, I know. It's my sister who—You must go, 'round that way!
[LOTH withdraws rapidly by the right foreground. HELEN steps out from the arbour.
MRS. SPILLER
Oh, Miss, there you are at last!
HELEN
What is it?