Oh, Marie will sit down. Don’t worry.
(Before she sits she carelessly throws her cloak over the same chair that Grant had previously thrown his coat. She stands revealed in a beautiful evening gown. It seems to proclaim to Grant her daring and contempt for conventions.)
Marie
After what I’ve just heard I don’t know whether it’s worth while to waste words on a creature like you.
Grant
(Very politely throughout)
Your husband seems to have succeeded in doing it.
Tom
Her husband? Don’t try to saddle her off on me. Once was enough.