Sandy
I say—look here—I’m most awfully sorry.
Judith
There’s nothing to be sorry for, really; it’s my fault for having been so—so ridiculous.
Sorel
Mother!
Judith
Sadly.
Yes, ridiculous. I’m getting old, old, and the sooner I face it the better.
Sorel
Hopelessly.
But, darling. …
Judith
Splendidly.
Youth will be served. You’re so pretty, Sorel, far prettier than I ever was—I’m very glad you’re pretty.