Miss Macfarlane.
But what's all over? We sometimes think things are all over, when they're only beginning. A thunderstorm's not the Day of Judgment. It clears the air.
Mrs. Denham.
This is the Day of Judgment for me. I am weighed in the balance and found wanting. I wish I were dead.
Miss Macfarlane.
Nonsense, dear; you're no failure. But I'll tell ye what the two of you are—a pair of fools; that's what you are. You should have put your foot down, my dear. She was the Black Cat you ought to have got rid of, and nipped this business in the bud. I don't know how far it has gone. Does he want to run away with her?
Mrs. Denham.
No; he professes to have given her up.
Miss Macfarlane.
Then he's none such a fool, after all. That woman would have led him a pretty dance!