HE, (throwing down his paper)
The poor beast is hungry.
SHE, (now very wide awake)
You think so? Well, I am too. But Toby is to eat very little.
HE, (anxiously)
And Kiki-the-Demure?
SHE, (peremptorily)
Kiki sulks, and he hid this morning, so he'll have even less than Toby.
HE
He isn't making a sound. Aren't you afraid he's sick?