Sabine
(Detecting an agreeing look in Randolph’s face)
That may be what I mean. (Eyeing Randolph keenly as he sees her bite her lips.) If that’s all, I’ll return to the library.
Randolph
Have you no suggestions?
Sabine
(Coldly)
Be careful not to make a fool of me—in public.
Mrs. Sabine
There speaks the man.