Oh!—
Lloyd
We’ll go whur the others are at. It’s all right. Don’t you mind. Miss Meredith’ll know it’s all right. She’ll know. Come on. We better go.
(They start, right. Miss Meredith enters hastily, out of breath, venomous. She stops in their path.)
Miss Meredith
Oh—so you’re here?
Lloyd (slowly)
Yes’m.
Miss Meredith
A pretty sight! A pretty couple, I must say!