MRS. EPPINGWELL
(To Freda.)
I beg pardon, but you scarcely understand.
FREDA
(Sharply, overwrought nervously.)
It would be better, Mrs. Eppingwell, did your husband understand as well as I.
(Mrs. Eppingwell is visibly hurt, and for the moment shocked into silence.)
VANDERLIP
Now, look here, I'm not going to have any quarrelling between you women.