MRS. GWYN. But why?
JOY. I want to be with you—Oh! Mother, don't you love me?
MRS. GWYN. [With a faint smile.] Of course I love you, Joy.
JOY. Ah! but you love him more.
MRS. GWYN. Love him—whom?
JOY. Oh! Mother, I did n't—[She tries to take her Mother's hand, but fails.] Oh! don't.
MRS. GWYN. You'd better explain what you mean, I think.
JOY. I want to get you to—he—he 's—he 'snot——!
MRS. GWYN. [Frigidly.] Really, Joy!
JOY. [Passionately.] I'll fight against him, and I know there's something wrong about——