Corliss Archer:
[being called downstairs after Dorothy Pringle accused her of being pregnant]
Yes, Daddy, I heard what she said. I wasn't actually listening. I couldn't help hearing.
Harry Archer:
Then tell her that she's a liar. Go ahead. You have my permission to use the word.
Corliss Archer:
[reluctantly]
Well, I...
Dorothy Pringle:
If ever I saw guilt written on a human face, that's it.
Janet Archer:
Sit down, Corliss.
Dorothy Pringle:
If you want to lead up to it gently, ask her if she was at the corner of Jefferson and Fifth yesterday with her soldier friend having a cocktail.
Corliss Archer:
It was a shrimp cocktail. I'll murder that Betty Campbell!
Harry Archer:
What soldier?
Janet Archer:
I know all about that, Harry, it was Private Earhart.
Corliss Archer:
Corporal Earhart.
Janet Archer:
Be quiet, Corliss.
Harry Archer:
What's this about Dr. Fabling in the Professional Building?
Corliss Archer:
I...
Dorothy Pringle:
Now, there's no use trying to deny it. You were seen leaving his office yesterday and the week before by two different people. And yesterday you were seen meeting this soldier.
Janet Archer:
Corliss. Corliss, look at me. Is that true?
Corliss Archer:
Yes, Mother.
Janet Archer:
Oh, darling.
Dorothy Pringle:
I'm sorry, Janet. But perhaps in the future you'll be a little bit more careful when you talk about people leading people astray.
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