(With sudden suspicion, ignoring Vanderlip.)
Who are you?
FREDA
(Coldly.)
One whose existence would scarcely interest you, Mrs. Eppingwell.
VANDERLIP
(Whose efforts to make peace are ignored.) Oh, I say—
(Mrs. McFee has drawn nearer. Everybody on stage is interested.)
Mrs. Eppingwell I have the right to know.