Sheba.
Give me two or three minutes. Hush!
[They separate as Tarver and Salome re-enter the room. Tarver is glaring excitedly and biting his nails.
Tarver.
I never thought I should live to be accepted by anyone. I shall buy some gay songs. Er—when can I see the Dean?
Salome.
Oh, don’t!
Tarver.
Salome!
Salome.