The Second Mrs. Tanqueray: A Play in Four Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

[After a pause.] Don't moon about after me, Cayley; follow the others.

Drummle.

Thanks, by-and-by. [Sitting.] That's pretty.

Paula.

[After another pause, still playing.] I wish you wouldn't stare so.

Drummle.

Was I staring? I'm sorry. [She plays a little longer, then stops suddenly, rises, and goes to the window, where she stands looking out. Drummle moves from the ottoman to the settee.] A lovely night.

Paula.

[Startled.] Oh! [Without turning to him.] Why do you hop about like a monkey?

Drummle.