not snobbery. [There is a loud honking of an auto horn before the
house. MARTHA starts, seems to come to a quick decision, and
announces with studied carelessness.] That must be Mr. Bigelow. I
suppose Lily told you I had an engagement to go motoring with him.
So sorry I must leave. But I'm like Lily. I need fresh air. [She
walks to the study door as she is talking.] I'll call Curt. [She
raps loudly on the door and calls.] Curt! Come out! It's
important. [She turns and goes to the door, smiling fixedly.]
He'll be out when he's through swearing. [She goes out, rear.]

JOHN--[Exploding.] Well, of all the damned cheek!

ESTHER--She shows her breeding, I must say.

EMILY--[With horror.] Oh, how rude--and insulting.

MRS. DAVIDSON--[Rising rigidly to her feet.] I will never set foot
in this house again! JAYSON--[Jumping up to restrain her--
worriedly.] Now, Aunt Elizabeth, do keep your head! We must have
no scandal of any sort. Remember there are servants about. Do sit
down. [The old lady refuses in stubborn silence.]

SHEFFIELD--[Judiciously.] One must make allowances for one in her
condition, Aunt.

JAYSON--[Snatching at this.] Exactly. Remember her condition. Aunt
[testily] and do sit down. [The old lady plumps herself down again
angrily.]

EMILY--[In her lisp of hidden meanings.] Yes, the family mustn't