MAGGIE. Nobody!
MARGARET [pleasantly]. Oh, confidences should be suspected—respected, I mean. They said, too, that you are gaining some reputation as a critic of art.
HARRIET. I make no pretenses.
MARGARET. Are you and Mr. Goodrich interested in the same things, too?
HETTY. No!
HARRIET. Yes, indeed, Charles and I are inseparable.
MAGGIE. I wonder.
HARRIET. Do have another cake.
MAGGIE [in relief]. Oh, yes. [Again her claws extend but do not touch the cake.]
MARGARET [takes cake delicately]. I really shouldn't—after my big luncheon. John took me to the Ritz and we are invited to the Bedfords' for dinner—they have such a magnificent house near the drive—I really shouldn't, but the cakes are so good.