MRS. CLOUSTON
(tartly)
Whose fault is that?
JANET
Never mind whose fault it is, Aunt Harriet. The question is, will they see through it or will they not? Of course, they know nothing so far, but I’ve no doubt they suspect. What else have people to do down here but suspect other people? Miss Deanes murmurs her doubts to Mrs. Bulstead and Mrs. Bulstead shakes her head to Miss Deanes. Mrs. Bulstead! What right has she to look down that huge nose of hers at me! She’s had ten children!
MRS. DE MULLIN
JANET! She’s married.
JANET
To Mr. Bulstead! That vulgar animal! You don’t ask me to consider that a merit, do you? No, Mrs. Bulstead shan’t have the chance of sneering at Johnny if I can help it. Or at me either.