Peter. [Going to the doorway Right, calls after her.] Ruth's in a room on your left, with rows of men's heads on shelves, Emperors and things,—but gee, such a job lot!
[Comes back and looks up at the statue.
Mrs. Cullingham. Isn't it beautiful, Peter?
Peter. No, it's too big!
Mrs. Cullingham. Still this one isn't broken!
Peter. That's a comfort! Yes, it has been mended, too! [Examining.] Oh, yes, it's only another of these second-hand statues. Say, you missed one whole one, the best I've seen yet! A Venus off in a fine little room, all mosaics and painted walls,—that's where I've been.
Mrs. Cullingham. Why, Peter Cullingham! Alone? What kind of a Venus?
Peter. Oh, beautiful! I forgot to take my medicine!
Mrs. Cullingham. Was she—er—dressed, darling?
Peter. We—you know—she had been, but she'd sort of pushed it a good way off!