[She sits down on his knees.
Elizabeth. Am I boney?
C.-C. On the contrary. . . . I’m listening.
Elizabeth. Lady Catherine’s coming here.
C.-C. Who’s Lady Catherine?
Elizabeth. Your—Arnold’s mother.
C.-C. Is she?
[He withdraws himself a little and Elizabeth gets up.
Elizabeth. You mustn’t blame Arnold. It’s my fault. I insisted. He was against it. I nagged him till he gave way. And then I wrote and asked her to come.
C.-C. I didn’t know you knew her.