(Turning to the bookshelves.)
Then, here's Boccaccio, Havelock Ellis, too,
James Joyce rebound to look like Samuel Smiles,
Montaigne, Pierre Louys——
DOROTHEA.Any one but you
Would know I read them only for their styles.
I've stood enough. Please go!
DOROTHY.But where to go?
We two make up one girl.
DOROTHEA.Behind the screen.
DOROTHY. Not yet!
DOROTHEA. But I've important things——
DOROTHY.I know—
That's why I came. This telegram, you mean——
DOROTHEA. Mind your own business!
DOROTHY.But it is mine, quite
As much as yours. You'll take him? You insist?
I won't!