Randolph
That will depend on your husband and whether he’ll be sensible. (He goes to phone, switching it.)
Mrs. Sabine
(Looking before her)
You did it beautifully, Randolph; with such knowledge of me and my kind. But don’t take too much credit. I’d have done it with any man who offered me what you did—if he’d come at the right time, as you did, and found me at the end of a trolley line like this.
Randolph
(At phone)
Step here a moment, Sabine. Yes: your wife is here. (Cynically) She said you’d be expecting her. (He hangs up the receiver.) You could almost hear him smile.
Mrs. Sabine
(Without self-delusion)