MRS. PICKERING. I am sure Mrs. Warren will forgive our very grave
mistake. But it was for her sake that----
BETTY. How could you ever dream of worrying my dear mother by such
scandalous gossip? It is shameful!
MRS. WARREN. Betty ... Betty!
MRS. LAWTY. You, my dear, are still too young to understand.
(_CLARA enters._)
MRS. LAWER. I fear we were overquick in our judgment.
MRS. WARREN. Yes, Clara?
CLARA. It is Mrs. Hunter, ma'am.
MRS. WARREN. Mrs. Hunter? Do have her come right in, Clara.
CLARA. Yes, ma'am. Shall I bring more tea, ma'am?
MRS. WARREN. Yes, Clara ... and cake, Clara.