Daughter. I refuse to answer.
Mother. You do—do you? You won’t answer?
Dresser. Steady on, Amelia. The people next door might hear us, and then they’d start gossiping again. So you go steady.
Mother.[To DAUGHTER.] Put on your things and come out for a walk.
Daughter. I’m not going out for a walk to-day.
Mother. This is now the third day that you’ve refused to go out for a walk with your mother. [Reflecting.] Would it be possible? Go out on to the veranda, Helen. I want to say something to Aunt Augusta. [DAUGHTER exit on to the veranda.]
SCENE II
Mother. Do you think it’s possible?
Dresser. What?
Mother. That she’s found out something?