Mrs. Y. I know your kindness, and I feel it much;
You were my poor dear husband's early friend.
[Taking out her handkerchief. Mrs. S. goes toward the window to avoid being involved in the scene.]
I feel that though with cheerful badinage
You now and then amuse a passing hour,
When with a serious appeal addressed,
You never make a frivolous reply.
Mrs. M. (rising, and kissing Mrs. Y.) You do him justice, but we must be going.
Mr. M. (giving his hand to Mrs. Y.) Good morning, Mrs. Yawnley.
Mrs. Y. Won't you wait,
And take some luncheon?
Mr. M. Thank you; no, indeed;
We must be getting home, I fear 'twill rain.
Mrs. S. I think you go my way—I'm in a fly,
And shall be very glad to set you down.
Mrs. M. Oh, thank you; that's delightful.
Mrs. S. (to Mrs. Y.) So, I'll say
Good-by at once.