Judith
We won’t tell anybody; it shall be our little secret.
Sorel
You are splendid, Mother.
Judith
Nonsense. I just believe in being honest with myself—it’s awfully good for one, you know, so cleansing. I’m going upstairs now to have a little aspirin— Ah, Youth, Youth, what a strange, mad muddle you make of things!
She goes upstairs, and turns.; She goes off.
Sorel
Well, that’s that.
Sandy
Yes.
Sorel
It’s all right. Don’t look so gloomy—I know you don’t love me really.