HILLCRIST. About a quarter of a bad sport I've always thought out hunting.
JILL. [Pulling his hair] Now, his wife—Chloe—-
HILLCRIST. [Whimsical] Gad! your mother'd have a fit if she knew you called her Chloe.
JILL. It's a ripping name.
HILLCRIST. Chloe! H'm! I had a spaniel once——
JILL. Dodo, you're narrow. Buck up, old darling, it won't do.
Chloe has seen life, I'm pretty sure; THAT'S attractive, anyway.
No, mother's not in the room; don't turn your uneasy eyes.
HILLCRIST. Really, my dear, you are getting——
JILL. The limit. Now, Rolf——
HILLCRIST. What's Rolf? Another dog?
JILL. Rolf Hornblower's a topper; he really is a nice boy.