BERTHA.
[Hurriedly.] Yes. Say I have just got up.
[Brigid goes out on the left. Bertha goes towards the double doors and fingers the curtains nervously, as if settling them. The hall door is heard to open. Then Beatrice Justice enters and, as Bertha does not turn at once, stands in hesitation near the door on the left. She is dressed as before and has a newspaper in her hand.]
BEATRICE.
[Advances rapidly.] Mrs Rowan, excuse me for coming at such an hour.
BERTHA.
[Turns.] Good morning, Miss Justice. [She comes towards her.] Is anything the matter?
BEATRICE.
[Nervously.] I don’t know. That is what I wanted to ask you.
BERTHA.
[Looks curiously at her.] You are out of breath. Won’t you sit down?
BEATRICE.
[Sitting down.] Thank you.
BERTHA.
[Sits opposite her, pointing to her paper.] Is there something in the paper?
BEATRICE.
[Laughs nervously: opens the paper.] Yes.
BERTHA.
About Dick?