DOLL BLONDIN (half stunned and half admiring) You cat, you!
FANNY (loudly)
Who is this woman?
DOLL BLONDIN (aroused)
I’m as much the lady as you! Howling and crying around here. What’s the matter? Are you crazy? (Suddenly indignant) Woman? Do you think—(Her Broadway mock modesty and pretended lady-like morality halt her from saying what she means, so she explains shortly) I’m boarding here! (Violently) How dared you think anything else—Woman, yourself!
FANNY (with a dry laugh)
Boarding? Can’t you think of a better story than that? Why should he take boarders?
DOLL BLONDIN (shortly)
Because he needs my twenty a week, I suppose.
[Fanny laughs still more dryly.