DICK. But, joy, dear, it means——
JOY. I hate him, I want to make her hate him, and I will.
DICK. But, Joy, dear, don't you see—if your Mother knows a thing like that, and does n't speak of it, it means that she—it means that you can't make her hate him—it means——If it were anybody else— but, well, you can't give your own Mother away!
JOY. How dare you! How dare you! [Turning to the hollow tree.] It is n't true—Oh! it is n't true!
DICK. [In deep distress.] Joy, dear, I never meant, I didn't really!
[He tries to pull her hands down from her face.]
JOY. [Suddenly.] Oh! go away, go away!
[MRS. GWYN is seen coming back. JOY springs into the tree. DICK quickly steals away. MRS. GWYN goes up to the chair and takes the scarf that she has come for, and is going again when JOY steals out to her.]
Mother!
[MRS. GWYN stands looking at her with her teeth set on her lower lip.]