Elizabeth. Ask Mr. Luton if he wouldn’t mind coming here for a moment.
Footman. Very good, madam.
[Exit Footman.
Elizabeth. What are you going to say to him?
Arnold. That’s my business.
Elizabeth. I wouldn’t make a scene if I were you.
Arnold. I’m not going to make a scene.
[They wait in silence.
Why did you insist on my mother coming here?
Elizabeth. It seemed to me rather absurd to take up the attitude that I should be contaminated by her when . . .