Betsy.
[Stifled.] Oh
Mrs. Reynolds.
It'll make Reynolds behave a good deal better to know me, I know. Mean old thing! Of course you're good, with a good husband, and you don't understand. I suppose everything depends on the way you're brought up, doesn't it? I don't mean to be wicked—I wish I wasn't!
Betsy.
Good-morning, Mrs. Reynolds.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Naively.] Oh, that means I'm to go. But you won't leave him, will you?
Betsy.
We have nothing more to discuss.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Coming beside her and placing hand on chair.] Mrs. Hamilton, I didn't want to come here to-day and face you. It took some courage, I can tell you. But when I saw his confession this morning, I reckoned that took some courage too. I knew you had come home and that you'd see it all in the paper, and I made up my mind that you should know it was all a planned thing. I was set on to get him, any way; but when I saw him and spoke to him and he thought I was in trouble and was so kind to me, I just fell in love with him and I didn't mean to let him go.
Betsy.
How can you stand there and tell me that?
