DOROTHEA.Please try another cake.
No doubt you're right, but Freud says——
DOROTHY.Not a word
Against my good Columbus!
DOROTHEA.Hardly! Still,
I always thought from what I read and heard
That you were quite a monster.
DOROTHY.As you will,
I have my faults.
DOROTHEA.You do seem—shall I say
A trifle—crude?
DOROTHY.I'm what you'd like to be.
DOROTHEA. Oh, really! I'm not prim—I'm rather gay—
But that's no frock for going out to tea.
I should blush!
DOROTHY.Little hypocrite! Why, look—
What's that—oh you that have no eyes for men?
DOROTHEA. The 'Life of Gosse'—a very proper book.
DOROTHY. And underneath? La Vie Parisienne!