[Taking the belt, ecstatically.] Oh, isn't it lovely! Rose, you dear! you sweet thing! [Singing a few bars of the Jewel song from Faust, then rushing at Rose and embracing her.] I'm going to try my dress on, to show Mrs. Burroughs. Come and help me into it. I'll unlock my door on my side——
[Tom politely opens the door for her to pass out.] Thank you, Tom—[kissing him again] only you should be more considerate toward Gadd——
[She disappears.]
Tom.
[Calling after her.] I will be; I will—[Shutting the door.] Ha, ha, ha!
Rose.
[Smiling.] Hush! poor 'Vonia! [Mending the fire.] Excuse me, Tom—have you a fire upstairs, in your room, to-day?
Tom.
Er—n—not to-day—it's Saturday. I never have a fire on a Saturday.