TRAVERS. In dead earnest. [Slight clatter of dishes—KATE looks off.] Do you care for that man?
KATE. [Coming down.] I admire him. I think he is a good and a noble character.
TRAVERS. Better than I am.
KATE. He may be,—but—I don't love him—
TRAVERS. Do you love me?
SARBER. [Off.] All ready; get in.
KATE. The stage is going. [She turns.
TRAVERS. Do you love me?
SARBER. Get in.
TRAVERS. Do you?