AUNT—[Scornfully.] Poser!

MILDRED—Take care. He said there were dark alleyways—

AUNT—[In the same tone.] Poser!

MILDRED—[Biting her lips angrily.] You are right. But would that my millions were not so anemically chaste!

AUNT—Yes, for a fresh pose I have no doubt you would drag the name of Douglas in the gutter!

MILDRED—From which it sprang. Good-by, Aunt. Don't pray too hard that I may fall into the fiery furnace.

AUNT—Poser!

MILDRED—[Viciously.] Old hag! [She slaps her aunt insultingly across the face and walks off, laughing gaily.]

AUNT—[Screams after her.] I said poser!

[Curtain]