AMY. ‘Three times in one week, monstrous.’
RICHARDSON, with her gown to her eyes, ‘Yes, ma’am; I see it now.’
AMY, considering and pouncing, ‘Do you think she is an adventuress?’
RICHARDSON. ‘What’s that?’
AMY. ‘Does she smoke cigarettes?’
RICHARDSON, rather spiritedly, ‘No, she don’t.’
AMY, taken aback, ‘Not an adventuress.’
She wishes Ginevra were here to help her. She draws upon her stock of knowledge. ‘Can she be secretly married to him? A wife of the past turned up to blackmail him? That’s very common.’
RICHARDSON. ‘Oh, ma’am, you are terrifying me.’
AMY. ‘I wasn’t talking to you. You may go. Stop. How long had she been here before I came?’