Tom.
[Cooling down.] She was always a ladylike actress, on the stage and off it, but now she has developed into a—[at a loss] into a——
Avonia.
[Scornfully.] Ha!
Tom.
Into a ladylike human being. These fools at the "Wells"! Can't act, can't she! No, she can no longer spout, she can no longer ladle, the vapid trash, the—the—the turgid rodomontade——
Avonia.
[Doubtfully.] You'd better be careful of your language, Wrench.
Tom.
[With a twinkle in his eye—mopping his brow.] You're a married woman, 'Vonia——