[Taking her arm.] Come away, Jenny.
Jenny.
[Shaking him off.] I won't. You're afraid to let me see her.
Hilda.
[Pale and trembling, conscience-stricken.] Let her speak.
Jenny.
[Going up to Hilda threateningly.] You're stealing my husband from me. Oh, you.... [She is at a loss for words violent enough.
Hilda.
I don't want to make you unhappy, Mrs. Kent.
Jenny.