Dawson. You are "the only woman in the world!" [He bows low before her, his right arm bent, his hand on his chest.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Takes his arm.] Well, I am ready to run the risk if you are. [Mrs. Lorrimer and Dawson cross right.] But now we mustn't lose any more time—take a cable-car; I will, it'll be quicker than a cab. Perhaps you won't approve of cable-cars for me, though. They are the most emotional mode of convenience I've ever tried.—This morning, in two curves I sat in three men's laps!
Dawson. Ah. [Laughing.] Don't let those curves get to be a habit, or I'll sue the company for alienating your affections.
Mrs. Lorrimer. [Laughing.] Come! [Takes his arm again and they meet Marion, who enters.
Marion. [As she comes.] Tired out, Emily? [Dawson goes up stage to door.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Tired! I never felt so rested in all my life! I haven't tied up very many. [With a look and gesture toward the table of presents.] I've been interrupted—and now you must excuse me for a little while, but I'll come back and do some more.
Dawson. I'll go at once— [To Marion.] —an errand for Emily—Mrs. Lorrimer. [Emphasis on the name and a meaning look.] Good-bye— [Going. Both women say "Good-bye," but Mrs. Lorrimer follows him. Marion's back is turned. Mrs. Lorrimer quickly gives Dawson a large bunch of violets she carries in exchange for a small rose-bud he wears in his buttonhole. He cannot get it into his coat. There is amused confusion. Marion turns and Dawson quickly exits. Mrs. Lorrimer down left of table.
Marion. [Right of table.] It's like the death of someone, isn't it? This is the death of my marriage, and these gifts are its clothes.
Mrs. Lorrimer. Has—er—she gone?
Marion. No—she's waiting up in my room.