Oh! Mother, it is n't true?
MRS. GWYN. [Very still.] What is n't true?
JOY. That you and he are——
[Searching her Mother's face, which is deadly still. In a whisper.]
Then it is true. Oh!
MRS. GWYN. That's enough, Joy! What I am is my affair—not yours— do you understand?
JOY. [Low and fierce.] Yes, I do.
MRS. GWYN. You don't. You're only a child.
JOY. [Passionately.] I understand that you've hurt [She stops.]
MRS. GWYN. Do you mean your Father?