(Bitterly.)
Everybody calls me Freda.
MRS. EPPINGWELL
Well, Freda, then. Have you thought what you are doing? It is an awkward thing to play with souls. What right have you?
FREDA
(Laughing harshly.)
Right? I have no rights. Only privileges.
MRS. EPPINGWELL
(With touch of anger.)
Licenses, I should say.