Not too late yet. Julia and I had discussions for a quarter of a century.
Helen
Don't think I had any hand in this. [Laughs.] I was going to warn you, but now—it is unnecessary now.
Ernest
Warn me? What do you mean?
Helen
Can't you see? It was all a plot! [Lucy draws near noiselessly.] A plot to entrap you in marriage! They had about given me up as a bad job. You were my last hope. They were going to throw me at your head. [Louder but without turning.] Weren't you, Lucy dear?
Lucy
[caught listening, turns abruptly to the others]
These New Women are utterly shameless.