Rosa. (Aside.) How delightful.
Blake. I have hoped in vain. (Turns R.)
Pink T. No, not so. Hope is—
Rosa. (Coming out, screams.) Undone! Miss Hykight! (All stare in surprise for a few moments.)
Pink T. Miss Lightfoot, explain your conduct, if you please.
Rosa. Not to you, Miss Hykight.
Pink T. Then to the club.
Rosa. The club can have my resignation if that is what you mean.
Pink T. Your conduct has been scandalous. You have lured this confiding young man here utterly regardless of his reputation or the club’s.