Otto. Lovely star!
Iris. Where? What do you mean?
Otto. That’s the beginning of a poem.
Clytie. (Yawning) Oh, do stop talking this literary stuff. I’m fed up with it.
Victor. (Aside to Iris) Not so much as I’m fed up with her!
Iris. Are you? Are you really, Victor? I feel like kissing you. Catch me—catch me if you can.
[She runs off, and Victor after her.
Clytie. What a fright! What a figure!—Felix!
Felix. Yes?
Clytie. How ever could you fall in love with her?