Clara. Oh, pshaw, Lakewood's no fun! I'm surprised you don't say go to Aiken, North Carolina.
Mrs. Hunter. Mr. Trotter says we can't leave town anyway while Blanche is in this trouble.
Blanche. Mother, please discuss your affairs somewhere else.
Ruth. And if I may be permitted to suggest, you will find Mr. Trotter's advice always pretty good to follow. That young man has better qualities than we have suspected. I have some thing to thank him for; will you be good enough to ask him to come and see me?
Mrs. Hunter. He will not go to your house with my permission. I shall tell him you have never asked me inside your door.
Clara. Mother, if you ask me—[Mrs. Hunter interjects "Which I don't," but Clara continues without paying any attention to the interruption.]—I don't think Mr. Trotter is going to cry himself to sleep for your permission about anything!
Mrs. Hunter. [To Blanche.] Good-by, my dear; if you want me, let me know; I'll be glad to do anything I can. I'm staying at the Waldorf.
Clara. It's full of people from Kansas and Wyoming Territory come to hear the Opera!
Ruth. A little western blood wouldn't hurt our New York life a bit!
Clara. Ah! Got you there! The west is the place where the divorces come from!