(Looking across to Patricia)
Miss Tenner is a poem in pose.
The Brown One
(Who has been manœuvering to be in his line of departure, as Mrs. Frowde turns to give The Green One a cup of tea.)
M. Mavosky, I’ve heard if you wait at Port Said you’ll sooner or later meet everyone you know. Here, at Mrs. Frowde’s, one only meets those one wishes, n’est-ce pas?
Mavosky
(Gallantly)
You American women!
The Brown One