FLAMM
[Filled with hearty admiration of her.] Oh, you're a lovely woman! You are lovely! You see: my wife and I … that's a queer bit of business, that is. Not the kind of thing that can be straightened out in a minute. You know Henrietta … She's sick. Nine solid years she's been bedridden; at most she creeps around in a wheel chair.—Confound it all, what good is that sort o' thing to me?
[He grasps her head and kisses her passionately.
ROSE
[Frightened under his kisses.] The people are comin' from church!
FLAMM
They're not thinking of it! Why are you so worried about the people in church to-day?
ROSE
Because August's in church too.