Blith. Oh, thank you, ma’am! (Crosses R., to table.)
Mrs. S. He does not look like a poet, but who can judge by outward appearances?
Blith. (aside). Why does she examine me so minutely? This is a funny family!
Mrs. S. I presume you belong to the same club as my husband, since you exchanged hats.
Blith. Oh, no! I don’t belong——
Sel. (aside to Blithers). Don’t deny it unless you would ruin me.
Blith. (aside). I see! He doesn’t want it known that he dined out at the Dobbinson’s last night!
Mrs. S. (sentimentally to Blithers). I wish ladies were allowed to frequent clubs. I would give the world to mix amongst authors, painters and poets. (Pointedly.) Oh, how I have longed to know a real live poet!
Blith. I dare say, ma’am!
Mrs. S. (aside). He seemed to start at the word! I will draw him out! (Aloud.) I have read your last book, and oh! it is delightful!