MISS CAREY: With a man? Never—now get out.
HARRY: (Making a tour of the room—she following.) Not till I've searched your place—my wife must be here.
MISS CAREY: I don't know your wife—and I don't want to.
HARRY: Why, madam—I'm crazy about her—suppose I'm the only man in the world who would be, but she's my doll.
MISS CAREY: Well, you've lost your doll—good night.
HARRY: Oh, I'll get her back again—but a change has seemed to come over her of late, and to-night she broke out in a fury and hit me violently over the head with a Wedgewood vase.
ANGELA: (Rushing out—ready to slap him again.) Oh Harry, I did not—it never touched you.
MISS CAREY: (Throwing up her hands.) Now I'll never get to sleep.
HARRY: (Turning on MISS CAREY.) Oh, I understand it all—it's you who've come between us—you designing, deceitful homebreaker.
MISS CAREY: You leave my apartment—you impertinent man.