MRS. WARREN. What did you say, Mrs. Romney?
MRS. ROMNEY. I said--I really must be going, my dear. One never seems to
realize how fast the time goes when one talks with you. Our little visit
has been most interesting ... and most instructive. I do want to stop in
for a moment and see Mrs. Hallway before I go to the meeting of the
"Helping Hand." Her rheumatism is worse again, poor dear.
MRS. WARREN. Yes, so I heard. I'm _so_ sorry.
MRS. ROMNEY. Oh, it is not at all serious, just a touch, I believe. Of
course she did call in Doctor Hunter. But I really believe it was simply
to get acquainted with him more than anything else. (_She starts._) Do
drop in and see me when you can. Good afternoon, Mrs. Warren. (_She goes
out._)
(_CLARA enters._)
CLARA. Shall I take away the tea things, ma'am?
MRS. WARREN. No ... no, not just yet, Clara. Someone else may drop in,
you know, and perhaps Betty would like a cup of tea.
CLARA. Shall I call her, ma'am?
MRS. WARREN. Yes, I believe you had bet---- (_The knocker sounds._)
There, there, see who that is, Clara.
(_CLARA goes into the hall. She returns immediately._)
CLARA. It's Mrs. Pickering, ma'am.
MRS. WARREN. Have her come right in, Clara.
CLARA. Shall I call Miss Betty, ma'am?
MRS. WARREN. Yes, do have her come down and have a cup of tea.
(_CLARA goes out. MRS. PICKERING enters._)
MRS. PICKERING. How do you do, Mrs. Warren?
MRS. WARREN. Oh, good afternoon. Do sit down, Mrs. Pickering.
MRS. PICKERING. Oh ... my dear Mrs. Warren, I am so glad to see you
looking so well. I thought perhaps--of course there is much sickness in
Northampton now. (_She sits down._) Much sickness. (_Pause._) I just met
Mrs. Lawty and she told me that Mrs. Hallway is almost dead with
rheumatism ... almost dead. In fact, I think they hardly expect her to
live much longer. Of course, Mrs. Lawty didn't say so, but I implied as
much from the tone of her voice.
MRS. WARREN. I heard it was nothing really serious.
MRS. PICKERING. Oh, dear, yes ... very serious. I just had it from Mrs.
Lawty, who had it from ... from ... from a most reliable source.
Rheumatism is such a painful death, too. Oh, dear, poor soul ... poor
soul! (_MRS. WARREN hands her a cup of tea._) Thank you so much.
MRS. WARREN. I believe the new Doctor Hunter is attending her.
MRS. PICKERING. Yes, isn't it too bad? Mrs. Lawty tells me he is a
conversationalist, or something dreadful of that sort. But of course he
was educated in London ... and, my dear, London's standard of morals is
not the same as Northampton's. I was also told that he treats his wife
very badly in public, my dear, in public.