Avonia.
[Turning upon him, angrily and volubly.]Yes, I heard you with Colpoys outside that door, if Gadd didn't. It's a pity, Mr. Wrench, you can't find something better to do——!
Rose.
[Pacifically.] Hush, hush, 'Vonia! Tom, assist me with my basket; I'll give 'Vonia her belt——
[Tom and Rose go behind the curtains and presently emerge, carrying the dress-basket, which they deposit.]
Avonia.
[Flouncing across the room.] Making fun of Gadd! an artist to the roots of his hair! There's more talent in Gadd's little finger——!
Rose.
[Rummaging among the contents of the basket] 'Vonia, 'Vonia!