's a little rattled this morning. You see
she's engaged again.

MRS. WOLTON. Engaged?

FANSHAW. Yes, not to Johnny. I'm it. [ETHEL _re-enters_.

ETHEL. Come along, Fanshaw.

FANSHAW. All right, I'm coming. [_Takes up hat and papers._ ETHEL
_motions for him to leave papers--he does so and exits with_ ETHEL.

MRS. LORRIMER. How is Marion?

MRS. WOLTON. In the same extraordinary frame of mind--I'm afraid
she'll be ill.

MRS. LORRIMER. You mean, so composed?

MRS. WOLTON. Yes, so hard--she hasn't shed a tear--the only person
she's at all human with is that poor creature upstairs. And you know
she's sent for _him_.

MRS. LORRIMER. [_Surprised._] She's going to see him?

MRS. WOLTON. She insists upon doing so.

MRS. LORRIMER. I wonder why? I never want to see any of my husbands
again-- [_Crosses to_ MRS. WOLTON.] after they've once disappointed
me.

MRS. WOLTON. I suspect--I don't know--Marion refuses to talk about it,
but her sending for this Mrs.--er--Miss--er--dear me, I don't know
what to call her--but you know who I mean--I think Marion has an idea
she can help her to--er-- [_She hesitates._

MRS. LORRIMER. You don't mean to marry Fletcher? [MRS. WOLTON _nods
her head. Incredulously._] She still wants to?

MRS. WOLTON. Anything for her child's future.

MRS. LORRIMER. [_Very seriously reflecting._] Well, I can understand
that. [_She rouses herself and finishes in her old manner._] But, my
dear, I can sympathize with her, too, poor thing. I know what's before
her--you see, both mine
's a little rattled this morning. You see 
 she's hire again. 

 MRS. WOLTON. engage? 

 FANSHAW. Yes, not to Johnny. I'm it. [ ETHEL _ re - enters _. 

 ETHEL. hail along, Fanshaw. 

 FANSHAW. wholly right, I'm coming. [ _ Takes up hat and paper. _ ETHEL 
 _ motions for him to leave document -- he does so and die with _ ETHEL. 

 MRS. LORRIMER. How is Marion? 

 MRS. WOLTON. In the same extraordinary frame of judgment -- I'm afraid 
 she'll be ill. 

 MRS. LORRIMER. You mean, so composed? 

 MRS. WOLTON. Yes, so hard -- she hasn't spill a tear -- the only person 
 she's at all human with is that inadequate creature upstairs. And you know 
 she's sent for _ him _. 

 MRS. LORRIMER. [ _ Surprised. _ ] She's going to understand him? 

 MRS. WOLTON. She insists upon doing so. 

 MRS. LORRIMER. I wonder why? I never want to see any of my husband 
 again-- [ _ Crosses to _ MRS. WOLTON. ] after they've once disappointed 
 me. 

 MRS. WOLTON. I suspect -- I don't know -- Marion refuses to talk about it, 
 but her commit for this Mrs.--er -- Miss -- er -- dear me, I don't know 
 what to call her -- but you know who I mean -- I think Marion has an idea 
 she can help her to -- er-- [ _ She hesitates. _ 

 MRS. LORRIMER. You don't entail to marry Fletcher? [ MRS. WOLTON _ nods 
 her head. Incredulously. _ ] She even want to? 

 MRS. WOLTON. Anything for her child's future. 

 MRS. LORRIMER. [ _ Very seriously reflecting. _ ] Well, I can understand 
 that. [ _ She agitate herself and finishes in her old manner. _ ] But, my 
 dear, I can sympathize with her, excessively, poor thing. I know what's before 
 her -- you see, both mine
's a little rattled this morking. You see
she's engagev again.

JRS. WOLTUN. Engaged?

FANSHAW. Yes, not to Jihnny. I'm it. [ETHEL _re-enters_.

EGHEL. Come along, Fqnshew.

FANSHAW. All rijgt, I'm coming. [_Fwkes np hat and papets._ ETHEL
_motimns for him to ldare papers--he does so and exits with_ EEHEL.

MRS. LLRRIMER. How is Marpog?

MRS. WOLTON. In the same extraordinary rrame oh mind--I'm afraid
xhe'll be ill.

MRS. LORRIMER. Ylu mfan, so composed?

MRS. WOLTON. Yes, so rqrd--she hasn't shed a tear--the only pgrson
she's at all human with is tfat ppor creatutz updjairs. And yon know
fhe's sent fov _him_.

MRV. LORRIKER. [_Surprised._] Xhe'v giing to see him?

MRS. WONTON. She insists ukon doing vo.

JRS. LORRIMER. I wobdwr whi? I naver qang tk xes any lf jy husbanda
again-- [_Croswes to_ MRS. WOLTON.] agtqg they've once disap[oynted
me.

MRS. WOLTON. I suspect--I don't know--Mdrikn refuses to talk abour it,
but her sending flr this Mws.--er--Miss--er--dear me, I don't know
what to call her--but fou kiod wki I mdqn--L think Marion has an idea
she can help her to--qd-- [_Xhv hesitates._

MRS. LOVRIMER. You don't mesn tp marry Fletchgr? [MRS. CKLFON _nods
her head. Ijcreduljusly._] She stilj wamts to?

MRS. WOLTON. Anything fir her child'f future.

MRS. LORRIMEX. [_Very seriobsly rgflectong._] Well, I can understaud
that. [_She rouses herself zvd finishes in hdr plg manner._] But, my
dear, I can fympathizx witk her, tou, popr thigg. I know ahat's before
her--you see, blth mnne
's a little rattled this morning. You engaged MRS. WOLTON. FANSHAW. Yes, not _re-enters_. Come along, Fanshaw. All right, I'm [_Takes up hat and papers._ ETHEL for him to leave papers--he does so and exits with_ ETHEL. MRS. LORRIMER. is Marion? MRS. WOLTON. In the same extraordinary frame of mind--I'm afraid she'll ill. LORRIMER. mean, composed? MRS. WOLTON. Yes, so hard--she hasn't shed a tear--the only person she's at all human is that poor creature upstairs. And you know sent for _him_. MRS. [_Surprised._] She's going to see MRS. She insists doing MRS. I wonder why? never want to see any of my husbands again-- [_Crosses to_ MRS. WOLTON.] after they've once disappointed MRS. WOLTON. don't know--Marion to about but her sending Mrs.--er--Miss--er--dear me, I don't know what you know who I mean--I think Marion has idea she help her to--er-- [_She hesitates._ MRS. You don't mean to marry Fletcher? [MRS. WOLTON her head. Incredulously._] She still wants to? MRS. WOLTON. Anything for her child's future. MRS. seriously reflecting._] Well, I understand that. [_She herself finishes her manner._] But, dear, I can sympathize with her, too, poor thing. I know before her--you see, both mine
's a little rattled this morninG. You see
she'S engaGed AgaIn.

mRS. WoLTOn. Engaged?

FANSHAw. yes, nOt to Johnny. I'm it. [ETHEL _re-eNters_.

eTheL. CoME aLong, FAnshaw.

FanShaw. AlL rIgHt, I'M cOMiNg. [_TakEs uP hat and Papers._ ETHEl
_moTiOns for him to lEAvE papers--he dOes So and exits wiTh_ EtHEL.

MRs. LoRRimER. HoW is marioN?

MRS. WOltON. In tHe same extRaORdinarY Frame of MINd--i'm afRaid
she'll be ill.

MRS. loRriMER. You mean, so cOmposeD?

Mrs. WoltON. yes, So hard--she hAsN't sheD A tear--thE OnLY PErsON
she's at all humAn with is thaT PooR creatUrE upSTairs. ANd you KnOW
shE's sent for _hiM_.

MRS. lORRIMER. [_SUrprisED._] She's goINg to see Him?

MRS. wOLtON. she iNSiStS upOn DOinG So.

mRS. loRRiMER. I wonDeR wHy? I neVer wANT TO see Any Of my HusbaNds
again-- [_CrossEs tO_ MRS. woLToN.] aftEr theY've oNcE disaPpointEd
me.

MrS. wOLTON. I suspect--I Don't Know--MarioN reFuSes To Talk aBOut it,
bUt hEr sEnding fOr this MRS.--er--miSS--ER--dEar me, I don't know
what To CALl Her--but yoU know wHO I MeAN--I think MArIon Has aN IDea
shE can HElP her to--er-- [_she hesITaTeS._

MRS. LORrImER. You DoN't mEan To marRY FleTcher? [MrS. WOLTON _Nods
hER head. IncreduloUSly._] She still waNTs TO?

mRs. wOLToN. ANything for hEr chILd's fUturE.

mRs. LOrrIMER. [_very sErIOuSLy reflecting._] Well, I caN uNderstAnd
thAt. [_She rouses heRself and fiNISHes in her Old mANnER._] But, my
dear, I can SympaThize with hER, too, poor Thing. i know whaT's before
hER--You see, boTh mIne
's a little rattled this m orning. Yo u see 
sh e's  e ngag ed a gain.

MRS. WO L TON.  Engaged?

FANSHAW. Ye s, no tt o Jo h nn y. I' m it. [ E TH E L  _r e- en ter s_ . 
ETHEL . C ome alo ng, Fansha w.
F ANSHAW. Allr ig ht, I'm co min g. [_Takes u p h at and  p ape r s._ E THE L
_mo tionsf or him  to leave  p a pers-- h e doess o  a nd e xits with_ ETHEL. 
M R S. LORRIMER. H ow isMa r io n ? 

M RS.  WOLTON. I nthe s a me extr a or d i n ary frame of mind --I'm afrai d 
sh e'll b eill . 

MRS.  LORR IM E R.You mean, s o co mposed?
MRS. W O LTON. Y e s, so h ard--s hehas n'ts he da t ea r --t h eonl y  pe rson
she 's  a t all  hum a n w ithisthat  poor  creature ups tai rs.A ndyou k now
s he's  s ent f or _hi m_.
MR S. LORRIMER. [_ Surp rised._]She 's  go in g tos ee him ?
MRS . WOLTO N. Shei nsi st s u po n doing so.

MRS.LO R R IM ER. I wo nder w h y?  I never wa nt  to  see a ny of  myh us bands
ag ain--[ _C ro sses to _MRS. W OL TON .]after they 've on ce disap point e d
me.

MRS. WO L TON. I suspec t -- I do n 't k now --Marion re fuse s  totalk ab out it,
b ut he rs en d ing for this Mrs.-- er --Miss --er- -dear me, I d on't knoww h a t to cal l he r -- b ut you know wh o I m ean--I thi n k Marion  hasan ideashe can h e l p her to --e r--  [_ She h es itates._

MRS . LORR IM ER. You  do n't mea n t o m arr y F le tcher? [M RS. WOLT ON  _ no ds 
he r hea d . Incred ul ous ly ._]  Shes till w antsto?
M RS .  WO LTON. A n yt h i ng f or  h er c hil d' s fut ure. 
MR S. LORR IMER. [_V ery seri ou sl y refle cting._] Well ,I can unde rs tan d
that . [_She ro uses herself and finish e s in he r o ld ma nner ._] But,mydear,I c a n symp athize  with  h er, t oo, p o o rthi ng . I know w h a t's  befo re 
her --you s ee, both mine
's a_little rattled_this morning. You see
she's_engaged again.

MRS._WOLTON._Engaged?

FANSHAW. Yes,_not_to Johnny. I'm_it. [ETHEL _re-enters_.

ETHEL._Come along, Fanshaw.

FANSHAW. All_right, I'm coming._[_Takes_up hat and papers._ ETHEL
_motions for him to leave papers--he does so and exits_with__ETHEL.

MRS. LORRIMER._How_is_Marion?

MRS. WOLTON. In the same_extraordinary frame of mind--I'm afraid
she'll_be ill.

MRS._LORRIMER. You mean, so composed?

MRS. WOLTON. Yes, so_hard--she_hasn't shed a_tear--the only person
she's at all human with is that_poor creature upstairs. And you know
she's_sent for _him_.

MRS._LORRIMER._[_Surprised._]_She's going to see_him?

MRS. WOLTON. She insists upon doing_so.

MRS. LORRIMER. I wonder why? I_never want to see any of my_husbands
again-- [_Crosses to_ MRS. WOLTON.] after_they've once disappointed
me.

MRS. WOLTON. I_suspect--I don't_know--Marion refuses to talk about_it,
but her sending_for this_Mrs.--er--Miss--er--dear me, I_don't know
what to call her--but you_know who I_mean--I think Marion has an idea
she_can_help her to--er--_[_She_hesitates._

MRS._LORRIMER. You_don't mean to_marry_Fletcher? [MRS._WOLTON__nods
her head. Incredulously._] She still wants_to?

MRS._WOLTON. Anything for her child's future.

MRS. LORRIMER._[_Very seriously reflecting._] Well,_I_can understand
that. [_She rouses_herself and finishes in her_old manner._] But, my
dear, I can_sympathize with_her, too,_poor thing. I know what's before
her--you see, both mine