SITKA CHARLEY
(Sceptically.)
Um.
MRS. EPPINGWELL
And, Charley, you mustn't tell anybody what you have told me about Mr. Vanderlip going away to-night with that—that woman.
SITKA CHARLEY
(Weighing her words.)
Maybe I tell Freda.
MRS. EPPINGWELL
(Stamping foot angrily.)