MRS. H. Stop them then. I see your husband down there with his father.
CHLOE. I—I have tried.
MRS. H. [Looking at her] Oh! I suppose such men don't pay attention to what women ask them.
CHLOE. [With a flash of spirit] I'm fond of my husband. I——
MRS. H. [Looking at her steadily] I don't quite know why you spoke to me.
CHLOE. [With a sort of pathetic sullenness] I only thought perhaps you'd like to treat me as a human being.
MRS. H. Really, if you don't mind, I should like to be left alone just now.
CHLOE. [Unhappily acquiescent] Certainly! I'll go to the other end.
[She moves to the Left, mounts the steps and sits down.]
[ROLF, looking in through the door, and seeing where she is, joins her. MRS. HILLCRIST resettles herself a little further in on the Right.]