Geoffrey. (A slight irritability begins to show itself.) I frankly confess that I am not used to fighting women.
Elizabeth. Yes. It was easier, no doubt, when we took it lying down.
Annys. You promised, if I brought you, that you would be good.
Geoffrey. I wish it had been you.
Phoebe. Yes, but we don’t!
(As she and Elizabeth move away.)
Did you have a row with the doctor when you were born?
(To which Elizabeth replies, though the words reach only Phoebe: “I might have, if I had known that my mother was doing all the work, while he was pocketing the fee!”)
Lamb. You see, Mrs. Chilvers, our difficulty is that there is nothing to be said against you—except one thing.
Annys. What’s that?