[Lifting her veil.] I’m afraid you’re a little angry with me for hunting you up.
John.
Angry? Why should I be angry?
Theophila.
Well, I suppose it is another—what d’ye call it?—injudicious act on my part. But it seemed to me, if I thought about it at all, that we came so badly out of it to-day, that nothing matters much now. At any rate, my character’s gone.
John.
[Advancing a step or two, but avoiding her eye.]
No, no——
Theophila.
Oh, isn’t it? And yours has gone too, Jack; only a man gets on comfortably without one. [Facing him, her elbows on the table.] Well, what do you think of my news?