Hilda. [Still no reply. She stands at his side holding the basket, not deigning even to look down at him.]
Jamie. What are you thinking, dear? Tell me!
Hilda. Oh, nothing of much consequence; only just how mean you have been and——
Jamie [interposing]. But I've asked you to——
Hilda. If I'm not mistaken I've said there is no use of our talking further about it.
Jamie [rising as she turns]. Then you won't say anything to me?
Hilda. I don't think there is anything to be said.
Jamie [with dogged resignation]. Very well, then—Hush! [From the other porch comes the sound of light footfalls.]
Hilda [without attending]. It is probably the girl. [She proceeds to the front; he follows. As they turn the corner, Minnie and Herbert turn the corner, opposite, and the couples confront each other.]
Minnie. Hilda!