Dolly. Not a word—who is it?
Renie. Not even to your husband?
Dolly. Not even to my husband.
Renie. Nor to him?
Dolly. Him? No, of course not. Who is it?
Renie. Well, dear, you know what my life has been. Few women have met with so little real sympathy as I. Few women have suffered——
Dolly. No, dear. Who is it? Do I know him?
Renie. Your cousin Lucas has a deep and sincere admiration for me.
Dolly. Lu!? Lu!? Of course! I might have known he'd never ride a dozen miles in the snow for a sermon! It's disgraceful of him!
Renie. No, dear, he's not to blame. We are neither of us to blame.