What is——?
Olive.
I haven’t heard a man swear since I turned you out of Pont Street. [Dreamily, almost inaudibly, as she plays with a cigarette.] Damn! [He looks round at her; she is lost in thought; suddenly she crushes the cigarette, and flings it from her fiercely.] Ah! Theo Fraser smokes!
John.
[Starting up in a rage.] Hah! hah!
[He goes out of the room.
Olive.
[Following him a few steps, penitently.] Oh, John!—— [There is a knock at the upper door.] Yes?
[Quaife enters, with some cards on a salver.]
Quaife.