MAGGIE. [stretching a little and smiling.] Isn’t it gorgeous? [shaking herself.] Well—it must be Mr. Tennant’s fault. He shouldn’t get mad ideas into his head—
LILY. And he really is mad. Throwing up a most excellent situation. My dear, I call him just stupid!
CHARLEY. [lifting the curtain and coming forward with LESLIE.] There’s no hurry.
LESLIE. Oh, I’ll start on it to-night. My wife’s gone away and left me for the day, and I’m a forsaken grass widower.
LILY. [laughing.] Poor Mr. Leslie! Won’t you come in here to-night? Don’t you think it would be very nice, Charley, as Mr. Tennant is going so soon—
LESLIE. Tennant? Where’s he going?
MAGGIE. You’ll never guess.
LESLIE. He’s leaving you? He’s going to get married?
CHAR. [impatiently.] You’re as bad as a woman!
MAGGIE. I thought you more brilliant, Mr. Leslie.