Lucy. Thank you. (slight pause; sits) How did you find out—about—us? (looking at Cook)
Car. (goes up a step) Two or three Sundays ago—I was coming home about ten in the evening—it was my Sunday out—and as I came round the corner, you and Mr. Thorsby were outside the gate.
Lucy. Oh! (her eyes drop)
Car. You were supposed to be spending the evening with your friend Mrs. Bronson, if you remember?
Lucy. Yes.
Car. You didn't hear me coming and Mr. Thorsby said good-night to you.
Lucy. Oh!
Car. He said it—very thoroughly.
Lucy. Yes—I believe he did.
Car. That was how I found out.