BARONESS. You are spoiling Rose fearfully.
WIFE. A little kindness won't spoil anybody, and least of all a girl like Rose, who has a remarkable heart and a head to match it.
The BARONESS is digging around in the wardrobe for something. The WIFE stands in the doorway in the rear. Entering by the door at the left with a number of packages, the HUSBAND exchanges a glance of mutual understanding with his wife. Then hath watch the BARONESS smilingly for a moment. At last the WIFE goes out, and the HUSBAND begins to put his packages into the travelling-bag.
BARONESS. Pardon me for disturbing you.... I'll be through in a moment....
HUSBAND. Please don't mind me, Baroness.
BARONESS. [Emerging from the wardrobe] Are you going away again, Mr. Brunner?
HUSBAND. I am.
BARONESS. Far?
HUSBAND. Perhaps—and perhaps not.
BARONESS. Don't you know?