beatrice. I warned Mother a year ago.
honor. Everyone seems to know but Booth . . so I thought he'd better be told. I suggested one night so that he might have time to think over it . . but Emily said that'd wake Alfred. Besides she's nearly always asleep herself when he comes to bed.
beatrice. Why do they still have that baby in their room?
honor. Emily considers it her duty.
At this moment emily comes in, looking rather trodden upon. honor concludes in the most audible of whispers . .
honor. Don't say anything . . it's my fault.
beatrice. [fixing her with a severe forefinger.] Emily . . have you taken my best scissors?
emily. [timidly.] No, Beatrice.
honor. [who is diving into the recesses of the blotting book.] Oh, here they are! I must have taken them. I do apologise!
emily. [more timidly still.] I'm afraid Booth's rather cross . . he's gone to look for Hugh.