major booth voysey. [relapsing to an injured mutter.] Where's Emily?
honor. Upstairs with little Henry, he woke up and cried.
major booth voysey. Letting her wear herself to rags over the child . . !
honor. Well, she won't let me go.
major booth voysey. Why don't you stop looking for those cigars?
honor. If you don't mind, I want a reel of blue silk now I'm here.
major booth voysey. I daresay they are in the Library. What a house!
He departs.
honor. Booth is so trying.
alice. Honor, why do you put up with it?