Maude (sitting very erect). I am going to tell you!
Jack (a trifle viciously). See that you do.
Maude Hal sent those lilies.
Jack (incredulous). Hal Taylor?
Maude (with a dead period). Hal Taylor.
(He gazes at her sternly; she hides her face behind the coffee urn.)
Jack Therefore, Valeria squints!
Maude O don't, Jack!
Jack (severely). The vanity of woman!
Maude (rising quickly and coming round to his chair). But I have your roses, Jack, in the box with my dress! And I shall send Valeria a cut-glass berry-bowl–maybe a Tiffany cut!