Mrs. De S. Your roses, Maudie.
Maude O, your roses, Jack! They're lovely!
Jack (slowly). The red weren't pretty, so I got pink. I hope you'll–
Maude (rapturously). I just love pink roses!
(Katherine comes in with a big package.)
Maude (tearing away pink ribbons and tissue papers). "With Valeria's dearest love." A bonbon dish! Isn't it lovely! And violets on it!
Jack (with a grimace). It will hold two pounds!
Maude It isn't a bit too big! If you won't fill it–well, there are others. I'm forgetting my piece. "Deep, deep are the mysteries–"
Jack Are you going to say it?
Maude No, but I must really know it, you know, so I can look up often.