[He kisses her hand.
Mrs. Parbury.
As it pleases you to be rude to me I shall try to bear it patiently.
Parbury.
I don’t mean to be rude. It’s my unfortunate way of putting things. I kissed your hand because of the real tender love my heart holds for you, and for the same reason I put back this dear, rebellious little lock of hair which has escaped from over your ear. And what a perfect ear! It’s as delicate and fragile as a shell, and it’s just the daintiest pink possible.
Mrs. Parbury.
[Mollified.] I know my ears are all right, though I think you are making fun of me.
Parbury.
I think I’m making love to you.
Mrs. Parbury.