HENRIETTE. I’m a little anxious. Still, if there had been anything the matter, I know your mother would have telegraphed to us.
GEORGE. We agreed that she should, if there was anything since yesterday.
HENRIETTE. Perhaps after all we should have done better to keep baby with us.
GEORGE. Oh, are you going to begin again?
HENRIETTE. No, no. Don’t scold. I know the air of Paris didn’t suit her.
GEORGE. You still think that the dust of my papers was better for her than the air of the country.
HENRIETTE [laughing] No; I don’t.
GEORGE. Of course, there is the square, with the smell of fried fish and all the soldiers.
HENRIETTE. Don’t tease. I know you are right.
GEORGE. Aha! I’m glad you admit that for once in a way.