Gray. I almost think it will sometimes. [Holding her at arms’ length] New frock?
Margaret. Like it?
Gray. Oh, I’ve seen it already.
Margaret. Why, it’s the first time I’ve put it on.
Gray. [Untying the box on the table as he speaks] Sydney carted it along with her last week when we went to choose—this.
Margaret. [Like a child with a new toy] For me, Gray?
Gray. Looks like it.
Margaret. Oh, I hope you haven’t been extravagant.
Gray. [Opening the lid] Well, Sydney said—
Margaret. Silver fox! Oh, my dear, you shouldn’t.