GUENEVERE. No details, please!
MARY. No, ma'am. I just wanted to tell you how it was. You see, ma'am,
I went to his studio--
GUENEVERE. (_unable to bear it_) Please, Mary, please!
MARY. Yes, ma'am.
GUENEVERE. I don't mean that I blame you. One can't help--falling in
love....
MARY. No, you just can't help it, can you?
GUENEVERE. But Lancelot--Mr. Jones--should have behaved better than
that....
MARY. Should he, ma'am?
GUENEVERE. He certainly should. I wouldn't have believed it of him. So
that is why--Mary! Do you know--? But I'm not sure that I ought to
tell you. Still, I don't see why I should protect _him_. Do you know
that he is going away?
MARY. No, ma'am. Is he?
GUENEVERE. Yes. In the mo'rning. You must go to see him tonight. No,
you can't do that....Oh, this is terrible!
MARY. I'm _glad_ he's going away, Mrs. Robinson.
GUENEVERE. Are you?
MARY. Yes, ma'am.
GUENEVERE. Why?
MARY. Because I'd be so ashamed every time I saw him.
GUENEVERE. (_looking at her with interest_) Really? I didn't know
people felt that way. Perhaps it's the right way to feel. But I didn't
suppose anybody did. So you want him to go?
MARY. Yes, ma'am.
GUENEVERE. And you don't feel you've any claim on him?
MARY. No, ma'am. Why should I?
GUENEVERE. Well! I really don't know. But one is supposed to. Mary, you
_are_ a modern woman!
MARY. Am I?