Mrs. Dermott (as she descends). Bobbie says you all want to talk to me! What's the matter, darlings? (Comes C.)
Sylvia. That's what we want to know, mum; come on now, out with it. You've been looking worried for ever so long.
(Bobbie stays at foot of stairs.)
Mrs. Dermott. I don't know what you mean, Sylvia dear I——
Sylvia. Now listen to me, mother; you've got something on your mind, that's obvious to any one; you're not a bit good at hiding your feelings. Surely we're all old enough to share the worry, whatever it is.
Mrs. Dermott. (kissing her). Silly old darlings—it's true I have been a little worried—you see, we're ruined.
| Sylvia. Evangeline. Bobbie. Joyce. | } | Mother! |
(The girls rise.)
Mrs. Dermott (shaking her head sadly). Yes, we're ruined; we haven't a penny. (Moves to chair below table.)
Sylvia. Why didn't you tell us before?