[Laughter behind.
Listen! Iris! (He stands at the side, burying his face in his hands.)
Iris enters, followed by Victor.
Iris. All alone, Felix? And so picturesquely mournful?
Felix. You, Iris? I didn’t think—
Iris. Why aren’t you over there? So many pretty little flappers—
Felix. You know very well, Iris—they don’t interest me.
Iris. Poor little fellow—why not?
Victor (a lady-killer). You mean, they don’t interest you yet!
Felix. They interest me no longer.