She triumphantly discovers the discarded box, at which the Major becomes pathetic with indignation.
major booth voysey. Oh, Honor, don't be such a fool. These are what we've been smoking. I want the Ramon Allones.
honor. I don't know the difference.
major booth voysey. No, you don't, but you might learn.
mr. voysey. [in a voice like the crack of a very fine whip.] Booth.
major booth voysey. [subduedly.] What is it, sir?
mr. voysey. Look for your cigars yourself. Honor, go back to your reading and your sewing or whatever you were fiddling at, and fiddle in peace.
mr. voysey departs, leaving the room rather hushed. mr. booth has not waited for this parental display. Then alice insinuates a remark very softly.
alice. Have you looked in the Library?