Tom.
As if you meant it, of course.
Imogen.
Well, of course.
Tom.
Your yawn must tell the audience that you are a young lady who may be driven by boredom to almost any extreme.
O'Dwyer.
[Jumping up.] This sort of thing. [Yawning extravagantly.] He—oh!
Tom.
[Irritably.] Thank you, O'Dwyer; thank you.