Dolly. Well, dear, of course, you know.
Renie. But I cannot imagine—— [Suddenly.] It must have been that day at the stile!
Dolly. Perhaps. What happened? No, I don't wish to hear——
Renie. Captain Wentworth assisted me over the stile——
Dolly. Well?——
Renie. That's all. He may have taken a little longer about it than was quite necessary, and I may have leaned a little heavier than the circumstances required. But it was all done in perfectly good taste.
Dolly. [Shakes her head.] It can't have been the stile.
Renie. Then what——? [Cudgels her brains.] The dairy!
Dolly. Very likely. Was that very—no, don't tell me——
Renie. There's nothing to tell. The woman at the farm, Mrs.——