Mrs. Gwyn. I feel as if I were being smothered here.
Lever. It ’s only for one day.
Mrs. Gwyn. [With sudden tenderness.] It’s not your fault, dear. I ought to have known how it would be. Well, let’s go in!
[She sets her lips, and walks towards the house with lever following. But no sooner has she disappeared than joy comes running after; she stops, as though throwing down a challenge. Her cheeks and ears are burning.]
Joy. Mother!
[After a moment Mrs. Gwyn reappears in the opening of the wall.]
Mrs. Gwyn. Oh! here you are!
Joy. [Breathlessly.] Yes.
Mrs. Gwyn. [Uncertainly.] Where—have you been? You look dreadfully hot; have you been running?
Joy. Yes——no.
Mrs. Gwyn. [Looking at her fixedly.] What’s the matter—you ’re trembling! [Softly.] Are n’t you well, dear?
Joy. Yes—I don’t know.
Mrs. Gwyn. What is it, darling?
Joy. [Suddenly clinging to her.] Oh! Mother!
Mrs. Gwyn. I don’t understand.
Joy. [Breathlessly.] Oh, Mother, let me go back home with you now at once—— Mrs. Gwyn. [Her face hardening.] Why? What on earth——
Joy. I can’t stay here.
Mrs. Gwyn. But why?
Joy. I want to be with you—Oh! Mother, don’t you love me?
Mrs. Gwyn. [With a faint smile.] Of course I love you, Joy.
Joy. Ah! but you love him more.
Mrs. Gwyn. Love him—whom?
Joy. Oh! Mother, I did n’t—[She tries to take her Mother’s hand, but fails.] Oh! don’t.
Mrs. Gwyn. You’d better explain what you mean, I think.
Joy. I want to get you to—he—he ’s—he ’snot——!
Mrs. Gwyn. [Frigidly.] Really, Joy!
Joy. [Passionately.] I’ll fight against him, and I know there’s something wrong about——
[She stops.]
Mrs. Gwyn. About what?
Joy. Let’s tell Uncle Tom, Mother, and go away.
Mrs. Gwyn. Tell Uncle—Tom—what?
Joy. [Looking down and almost whispering.] About—about—the mine.
Mrs. Gwyn. What about the mine?
What do you mean? [Fiercely.]
Have you been spying on me?
Joy. [Shrinking.] No! oh, no!
Mrs. Gwyn. Where were you?
Joy. [Just above her breath.] I—I heard something.
Mrs. Gwyn. [Bitterly.] But you were not spying?
Joy. I was n’t—I wasn’t! I didn’t want—to hear. I only heard a little. I couldn’t help listening, Mother.