Jean
Um-hum. Wonderful.
[They begin to cull out the flowers.
Lucy
But you do love him, dear, don't you?
Jean
[arranging flowers]
I did then. I don't now. Why is that, Lucy?
Lucy
Oh, but you will learn to love him. [Jean shrugs, drops flowers, and turns away.] Now, now! no worrying—it brings wrinkles! [Patting Jean's shoulder.] Rex is just the sort to give the woman he adores everything in the world.