Rose. [Coming down.] What’s all this, I’d like to know?
Kitty. It’s Lucy, behaving dreadful—O you must send her straight away from the house, Rose.
Rose. What has she done, then?
Kitty. Going on with Robert. Flirting, Rose, and kissing.
Isabel. O no, mistress, twasn’t so, I do swear to you.
Robert. [Brutally.] Yes ’twas. The maid so put me powerful in mind of someone who—who—
Rose. [Coldly.] I understand you, Robert. Well, ’tis lucky that all this didn’t come off an hour or so later.
Kitty. [Tearfully.] O Rose, what do you mean?
Rose. I mean that what’s not broken don’t need no mending. Robert can go to church with someone else to-day, he can. And no harm done.
[She takes up the bunch of orange flowers and begins pulling it to pieces and throwing it all about the room.