[Parbury walks up C. and back, trying to collect his thoughts; then he looks at Mrs. Parbury with the wish in his face that she were not there; finally he goes over to Miss Woodward and speaks in a lowered voice.
Parbury.
[At top of table, R.] What was that last?
Miss Woodward.
[Reading in a lowered voice.] “What follows in the approval of the unthinking, the applause of the uncultured makes up.”
Parbury.
Yes, yes. Makes up! [Fidgeting.] Makes up— [Vaguely.] What does it make up? I’m damned if I know what it does make up now? I’ve forgotten.
Miss Woodward.
[Looking up at him with discreet sympathy after a glance at Mrs. Parbury.] Shall I go back a little?