«Well, women are hell!»
«Is he unhappy?»
«Yes.»
«Was the house all dirty and awful?»
«Yes.»
«But what about my things?»
«He said he'd send them on.»
«But didn't you bring anything, not anything?»
«He said he'd pack them up.»
«Did you ask him specially about the jewels and the mink?»
«He'll send everything on.»
«But did you ask him specially?»
«It's all right, it's going to be all right.»
«Yes, I did!»
«He won't sent them, I know he won't-«Priscilla, will you please get dressed?»
«He won't send my things ever, he won't, he won't, I know he won't, I've lost them forever and ever!»
«I'll wait for you downstairs. Then we can both go home.»
«Those jewels are all I've got.»
«Oh but Priscilla's going to stay here with me.»
«Did you look for them, did you see them?»
«Priscilla, get up, get dressed.»
«Aren't you, darling, going to stay here with me?»
«Bradley, you mustn't talk to her like that.»
«Brad, be reasonable. She needs medical attention, she needs psychiatric help, I'm going to engage a nurse-«She doesn't need a nurse, for Christ's sake.»
«You know you're not a looker-after, Bradley.»
«Priscilla-«After all, look what happened yesterday.»
«I think I must go,» said Rachel who had so far said nothing, still smiling vaguely as at secret
