GENTLEMAN (aside). Well! that’s about the rudest thing I’ve heard for some time! (Aloud.) I was about to ask you whether you object to the smell of tobacco?
LADY. Oh, not at all, sir!
GENTLEMAN. Thank you! (proceeds to make his cigarette, and about to light it).
LADY. I mean, not till it’s lighted!
GENTLEMAN. Oh, I see; and then you do?
LADY. Very much, indeed!
GENTLEMAN. Even when you are asleep? (in an insinuating tone).
LADY (slowly and decisively). Whether I am awake or asleep, sir!
GENTLEMAN (aside). Now that’s what I call selfish—just as if the smoke could get up her nose when her eyes are shut! (putting away his smoking apparatus. Aside). I must say I have met more agreeable young ladies—very much more agreeable—in fact, I may say I never remember meeting one less agreeable. Well, I sha’n’t disturb the “Sleeping Beauty” again in a hurry. Now for another nap! (sulkily crams smoking apparatus into his pocket, draws his cap very much over his head, stands up, folds himself up in his rug, and then flounces down on his seat again, partially turning his back to the LADY).