Oh, I'm sure he doesn't.
MRS. BEN DIXON.
He! Lord help the child, you haven't done it already, have you?
PRIMROSE DEANE.
(Confused.) Oh no—no—I—I meant——
MRS. BEN DIXON.
Don't trust him. Don't trust any of 'em. Have it all settled on yourself, and keep your own eye on it. Oh, to think what a fool I've been!
(Nelly has entered, followed by Cherry.)
NELLY MORRIS.
What's the matter, aunt? You're worried about something?