Mrs. Sabine
I wanted a scene! And to think I wasn’t even worth insulting!
(She goes out quickly, leaving the hall door open. She has dropped her glove and as Randolph, with a resigned, half-bored air, starts to follow her, Sabine stoops, picks up the glove and, smiling, halts Randolph.)
Sabine
My wife dropped her glove. Will you take it to her? I have my work, and, as you remarked, another month will about finish it.
Randolph
(Smiling in spite of himself)
Life would be so much simpler if all husbands were so considerate.
Sabine
The spice would be gone.