Lady M. (viciously). You are dismissed for gross misconduct, and the fact will be stated on any reference you ask for.
Fred. I say, mater, that's a bit rough. (Margaret turns to door. Freddie stands intercepting her.) Give the girl a chance.
Lady M. Mind your own business, Freddie.
Fred. Hang it, how do you know she won't starve?
Lady M. Her sort don't starve.
Glad. She's wearing an engagement ring. Someone's ready to keep her.
Mar. (quietly). My engagement's broken off.
Lady M. Then why do you carry a lie on your finger?
Mar. I hadn't the courage to take it off—till now. (Putting ring in coat-pocket.)
Fred. You're in a bit of a hole, you know.