Ger. Your friend Mr. Waterfield called a few minutes ago. He will be here again presently, I dare say.
Con. (indifferently). Indeed!
Ger. I suppose you appointed—expected—to meet him here.
Con. Arthur! Do you think I would come to you to meet him? I saw him this morning; I don't want to see him again. I wish you knew him.
Ger. Why should you want me to know him?
Con. Because you would do him good.
Ger. What good does he want done him?
Con. He has got beautiful things in him—talks well—in bits—arms and feet and faces—never anything like—(turning to the Psyche) Why have you—? Has she been naughty too?
Ger. Is it only naughty things that must be put out of sight, Constance?
Con. Dear Arthur! you spoke like your own self then.