Mrs. Lorrimer. On the contrary she has sent for him!
Dawson. [Astonished.] She isn't still in love with him! I'll go to him and say I've come to talk business; I think that's the best way to put it.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Yes, and now, go right away!
Dawson. [With a world of appreciation and sentiment in his voice and manner.] Without thanking you?
Mrs. Lorrimer. Yes, please, because I don't want you to thank me in a hurry—I want you to take a good long time over it. [A moment's pause; they look at each other. Dawson seizes her hand, half shamefacedly, and kisses it. He starts for hat, which he placed on table as he entered.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Drawing him back—half shyly.] Oh—answer me just one question....
Dawson. A dozen.
Mrs. Lorrimer. What have you—a nice man—I mean—a man like you.... [Interrupted.
Dawson. [Interrupting.] What kind of a man?
Mrs. Lorrimer. A "nice" man—you are a nice man, aren't you? [Smiling sweetly and rather archly at him.