trebell. I shall not come and open the door for you . . but mind you shut it.
frances comes back.
frances. Henry . . this is dreadful about that poor little woman.
trebell. An unwelcome baby was arriving. She got some quack to kill her.
These exact words are like a blow in the face to her, from which, being a woman of brave common sense, she does not shrink.
trebell. What do you say to that?
She walks away from him, thinking painfully.
frances. She had never had a child. There's the common-place thing to say . . Ungrateful little fool! But . .
trebell. If you had been in her place?