She. You here still?
He. Yes.
She. Have you ordered a cab for me?
He. No.
She. And why not?
He (aside). Now’s my chance. Mixture of passions—I’ll try suspicion first.—(Aloud.) Because I do not approve of the people you are going to meet—these Thursbys and Careys and Wyldes.
She (calmly sitting on sofa). Perhaps you would like to revise my visiting-list, and tell the servant whom I am to receive.
He. You may see what ladies you please—
She (interrupting). Thank you; still, I do not please to see Mrs. Lightfoot.
He (annoyed). I say nothing of her.