frightened me!

Mrs.Lynge: I?

Mrs.Holt: Yes, but you know it was you that began it, Mrs.
Rummel.

Mrs.Rummel: I? How can you say such a thing, Mrs. Holt? Not a
syllable passed my lips!

Mrs.Lynge: But what does it all mean?

Mrs.Rummel: What made you begin to talk about--? Think--did you
not see that Dina was in the room?

Mrs.Lynge: Dina? Good gracious, is there anything wrong with--?

Mrs.Holt: And in this house, too! Did you not know it was Mrs.
Bernick's brother--?

Mrs.Lynge: What about him? I know nothing about it at all; I am
quite new to the place, you know.

Mrs.Rummel: Have you not heard that--? Ahem!
(To her daughter) Hilda, dear, you can go for a little stroll in the
garden?

Mrs.Holt: You go too, Netta. And be very kind to poor Dina when
she comes back. (HILDA and NETTA go out into the garden.)