Kitty. Oh, Mrs. Lorrimer, do be decent. You haven't been divorced a year yet.
Mrs. Lorrimer. My dear, divorce isn't like death—you don't have to go into mourning! Besides, that's what I want to get married for! I find I've a perfect passion for divorce! Just like men have it for drink. The more I get the more I want! [Laugh.] I've only had two divorces, and I want another!
Johnstone. You must be damned careful—I beg your pardon—
Mrs. Lorrimer. Oh, don't apologize, I say it myself!—careful about what?
Johnstone. What sort of husband you choose.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Exactly! None of your ideal men for me! I want a man with a bad record! [Laugh.] Plenty of proof concealed about his person, or not buried too deep in his past for me and my lawyer to ferret out. I've a perfect duck of a lawyer! He made up every bit of evidence about my last husband; that won me my case, and, my dears, it just happened to turn out to be true! [Laugh.
Ethel. Speaking of records, who do you think is here to-night?
Mrs. Lorrimer. Ned Fletcher—!!
Kitty. Yes.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Girls—I'll tell you a secret—