It’s damnable! (At the window) Here he comes back—you win. It’s written all over his face.
AGNUS (enters again)
She’s given me time to think it over. (To Onfroy) She’s gone on to see Olive.
ONFROY (to Magnus)
Yes, since you long-distanced, Olive’s worried everybody in the house nearly to death for fear her luncheon wouldn’t be grand enough for you New Yorkers. I told her: “Olive, when an artist entertains business men, he condescends—”
MAGNUS
A favorite word of coxcombs. (He goes toward door) Tromper included?
ONFROY (making a face)
Oh, I suppose so.
MAGNUS