She (quietly crossing to arm-chair). The task is easy, Jack. (Smiling.) Perhaps you think too much of these associates: perhaps you think a good deal more of them than I do. In fact, I am sure that to-night you were the one who took to private theatricals first. By the way, where’s my Guide to the Passions? Have you seen it lately?
He (half comprehending). Your Guide to the Passions? A book with a yellow cover? I think I have seen it.
She. I saw it last in your hand—just after you had been quoting Othello.
He. Othello? Oh, then you know—
She (smiling). Yes, I know. I saw, I understood, and I retaliated on the spot.
He. You retaliated?
She. I paid you off in your own coin—counterfeit, like yours.
He (joyfully). Then Tom did not make love to you?
She. Oh, yes he did—in the play.