Tramp. Go—get a move on. I ’ate the sight of yer.
Clytie. Oh, you wretch! (She returns to the mirror.)
Iris. (Running, out of breath) Something to drink—quick!
Clytie. Where have you been?
Iris. On the hill-tops—it was so hot.
Clytie. Where did you leave Victor?
Iris. Victor? Who’s Victor?
Clytie. Why, you went off with him.
Iris. Oh yes, of course—but that was only fun. I remember now. Something awfully funny happened. It’ll make you scream. He kept running after me—ha, ha, ha.
Clytie. Why did you leave him?