Mrs. Kontorompa. I was just saying the same thing as I came upstairs. “What an exquisite day!” That’s what I was saying.
Guy. But a trifle too hot.
Mrs. K. Ye—es. [A long pause.] Oh yes, quite.
Guy. Seen Katya?
Mrs. K. I waved my hand to her in the garden as I came up the drive.... How is Katya, Guy?
Guy. Tophole.
Mrs. K. [Significantly.] Have you anything to tell me about—well, about Katya?
Guy. Let me see, now.... N-no; I think not. She bought three new hats yesterday, but I haven’t seen them yet.
Mrs. K. What I meant was.... Well, it’s no use beating about the bush—how is she?
Guy. But I’ve already told you, mamma. She has the appetite of a horse.