Kate. That must require quite a stretch of the imagination sometimes.
Eug. Hope that isn't personal, Kittie. Never mind, you will be proud of me some time, only a fellow must have his fling, you know. Now I must go and get my dose from the governor. By by, Harold, see you again. (Exit, C.)
Kate. Poor Eugene.
Doug. I beg pardon. (Aside.) What the deuce ails her now? (Aloud.) Poor Eugene? Why, he is the liveliest fellaw I know. The boys nevaw think of having a champagne supper without Eugene, you know.
Kate. I am sorry if my brother is sought only for the purpose of gracing champagne suppers and disgracing himself.
Doug. Aw—weally, now, weally, aren't you a little too severe.
Alice (C.). Of course she is. A young man must sow his wild oats.
Kate (L.). But I believe a young lady is not allowed that privilege. What is wrong for one must be for the other?
Alice. You shock me, Kate.
Doug. Aw—weally now, 'pon my honor, that is such a strange wemark, Miss Grovenor; a lady is of course above such things.