Clytie. (Drinking) Oh, I’m so thirsty.
Iris. Take care of yourself, dearest. Victor, see how thin she’s become again. You’re looking terrible—you really are.
Clytie. Thank you, darling. You will be a mother to me, won’t you?
Victor. Were you at the Garden Party yesterday?
Clytie. Yesterday? Pooh—that’s ancient history.
Victor. Marvellous weather.
Iris. (To Clytie) Just a moment, dearest. What have you been doing? Your bodice is torn.
Clytie. Thank you, darling.—Felix! You look so sad. What’s the matter with you, my precious?
Felix. I’m thinking.
Clytie. Thinking? What do you keep thinking about?