Mariana. How do you do? Yes, isn’t it?
Guy. We’ve been talking, Katya.
Katya. Yes?... I think the fuchsias are better than ever this year, don’t you, mamma?
Mrs. K. Yes, darling. Oh, Katya, I am so pleased.
Katya. How nice, mamma! I like you to be happy. But what has happened?
Mrs. K. Oh—er—nothing. Nothing that I know of. But Guy has promised to....
Mariana. I’m afraid I must be really going now, Katya, dear.
Mrs. K. Oh, don’t run away just because I’ve come.
Mariana. Oh, Mrs. Kontorompa, it wasn’t that. But, you see....
Katya. Mariana feels embarrassed.