Lucy
Well, I may be old-fashioned, but——
Judge
[interrupting]
But this is merely a new fashion, my dear Lucy. Nature her ancient custom holds, let science say what it will.
Helen
[handing cup to Ernest with a glance at the others]
Now, then, be attentive to me. [He leans toward her rather shyly, abashed by her nearness. She makes eyes at him reproachfully.] Oh, can't you be more attentive than that? [She acts like a coquette and he looks into her beautiful eyes and while he is doing so she says with a fascinating drawl] Now tell me a-all about anterior poliomyelitis!
Ernest
[suddenly taken aback, he laughs]