Kathryn. I don't think your father would like to hear you talk that way, Jack.
Jack. No, but then you must remember that father is a back number.
Kathryn. I don't care.
Jack. No woman ever does. Lack of care is their distinction.
Kathryn. And lack of character a man's.
Jack. Then you are no longer my Convolvulus?
Kathryn. It's too late. You had your chance and didn't take it. Never overlook an opportunity with a woman, you might change your mind.
Jack. Gloria said she was named after that flower, and I of course denied it. I said that you were my Convolvulus—my white Convolvulus.
Kathryn. I am your father's Convolvulus now, Jack. What's more, he's coming to tea. (Reënter Jane.)
Jack. Well, of all that's outrageous! Tea? At this hour? It's three-fifteen, and they're deep in their dinners in London by now.