MRS. L. Who? who?
MRS. C. Woodcock! the handwriting is his! (LARKINGS laughs aside) Ah! (another loud scream)
LARK. Hush! you’ll alarm the neighbourhood.
MRS. C. (L. C.) I don’t care—I must scream! I shall die if I don’t scream! take me somewhere where I can scream!
MRS. L. Hush! for Caroline’s sake.
MRS. C. True! she must know nothing—and yet I must scream. I’ll go out in the street and scream.
MRS. L. Hush! had you not better take poor Caroline home on some pretext or other!
MRS. C. I will! and then I’ll come back and kill Woodcock. I’ll send for a cab this moment!
MRS. L. Pray be cautious.
MRS. C. I will! but I shall suffocate if I don’t scream—I have it—I’ll scream in the cab! (hurries out, C.)