OCEANA. Perhaps, Aunt Sophronia, you would prefer I should leave your house?
MRS. MASTERSON. [Stiffly.] I would make no objection.
OCEANA. I will go as soon as I dress.
MRS. MASTERSON. Very well. [Starts towards the door.] I will do what I can to atone for your wantonness.
OCEANA. One moment, Aunt Sophronia.
MRS. MASTERSON. Well?
OCEANA. Ethel tells me that you had something to say to me about grandfather's will.
MRS. MASTERSON. Oh! Ethel told you, did she?
OCEANA. Yes... she wished you to know that she had told me. Of course, feeling towards me as you do, you would hardly expect me to give up any rights that I may have.
MRS. MASTERSON. We will be content with what rights the law allows us.