Scene from the Play Olivia hears of her father's critical illness Act II
"Unless he has himself some interest in her."
"Ah," said Tucker, with a deep sigh, "that's the question."
At this moment Miss Falkener, looking very handsome in a sapphire-colored dress, came in. She, too, perhaps, had expected that somebody would be dressed a little ahead of time for the sake of a few minutes' private talk. If so, she was disappointed.
"Ah, Cora," said her mother brightly, "let us hear how the piano sounds. Give us some of that delightful Chopin you were playing last evening."
Cora, to show her independence of spirit, sat down and began to play ragtime, but neither of her auditors noticed the difference.
"You mean," whispered Mrs. Falkener, "that you have reason to suppose that Crane himself—?"
"Why, to be candid, my dear lady," replied Tucker, "I did tell him. You may have noticed I seemed a trifle abstracted at tea time. I was considering what it was best to do. Well, when you left us, I told him. What do you think he said? 'Lucky dog.' That was all. Just 'lucky dog.'"
"Meaning you?"
"No, no, meaning the fellow who had been kissing the cook."