Helen (scornfully). Nothing!
Evelyn. Oh, dry up, do! Let your face rest a while.
Mrs. W. Evelyn! What sort of talk is that?
Evelyn. Well, I’m sick of her nagging! And everything’s gone wrong to-day.
Helen. I don’t see as anything went wrong with you.
Evelyn. I suppose you wouldn’t call it so, but why any one should want that simp of a Pet hanging round her, I don’t know.
Helen. Then why did you have him?
Evelyn. How could I help it? He doesn’t know enough to see when he’s turned down. I did everything but slap his pretty face for him, but nothing would penetrate that rhinoceros hide of self-esteem. Bah! He makes me sick!
Helen. You looked like it. I saw how earnestly you were talking to him.