Peter. Even Margaret! (Seeing her putting cape on.) You're not going out, mother?
Mrs. G. (with determination). Yes, I am. There's others besides Margaret doubted you. I'm going to tell them all. I'm going to be the first to spread the news. And won't it spread! Like murder.
[Margaret sits l.c.
Peter. Oh, yes. It'll spread fast enough. They may know already.
Mrs. G. (turning with her hand on the centre door latch). How could they?
Peter. News travels fast.
Mrs. G. But you haven't told anyone else. Have you, Peter? (Reproachfully.) You said you'd let me be the first to know.
Peter. I met O'Callagan on his way to the Club. He asked me. I couldn't refuse to answer.
Mrs. G. (energetically). He'd no right to meet you. A dreamy wastrel like O'Callagan to know before your mother!
Peter. He'll only tell the men at the Club, mother.