Mrs. Sharp.
You’re not going to tell me you don’t know about it? Why, Sid and Frank haven’t been talking about anything else since Frank found it.
Norah.
Found what?
Mrs. Sharp.
The weed.
Marsh.
[With a slight gesture towards the pudding bowl of flowers.] You have got it, then?
Mrs. Sharp.
It’s worse at Taylor’s. But we’ve got it too.