Lucy. (sits sofa) You’re very kind. (looking full at Susan; starts)
Susan. If it’s not——
Lucy. Susan!
Susan. Mrs. Chetwynd!
Lucy. Hush! What are you doing here?
Susan. We live here, m’m.
Lucy. We! Who? (Re-enter Alma, R.C., with powder-puff) Who sent for me? (rises)
Alma. I sent for you, Miss Carlton. (puffing her face)
Lucy. Mrs. Blake! (Alma drops hand, then turns and signals Susan to go. Exit Susan, running, L.C.) I didn’t know who you were or I should not have come. What can you want with me?
Alma. (crosses to Lucy) To tell the truth, I didn’t know it was you when I sent for you. I thought it was only somebody who had been trying to supplant me in my business.