Hargrave. And the other half?
Jane. That is weakness.
Hargrave. It is obvious, Jane, that you are incorrigible. Your daughter did not bid you good-bye. Can you blame her? This social evil, Jane, is far more than a harmless pleasure, as you once expressed it.
Jane (languidly). Kathryn is not my daughter. She is my adopted daughter. Gloria is her mother.
Hargrave (beside her). Jane, forgive me! How could I have guessed?
Jane. You are far too serious, Peter. Perhaps it is something that you eat.
Hargrave. I swallowed a whole tooth yesterday. I don't know just what the consequences are going to be.
Jane. You may get a tooth-ache, Peter. And again you may go to the dentist's.
Hargrave. I'd rather go to the dogs, Jane. I have already a hundred holes in my head that were made by those fellows.
Jane (running her hands through his hair). Your hair is long, Peter; far too long for married life. I have a marvellous tonic. It was recommended to me by no less than three physicians, and is guaranteed to make your hair fall out so quickly that you will positively never have to have it cut.