Iris. Do you hear that, Victor? That’s a nice thing to say to my face. Come here, you rude little man. Sit down close to me.... No,—close. You don’t call that close, do you? Tell me, my precious, don’t women really interest you any longer?
Felix. No—I’m weary of them.
Iris. (With a sigh) Oh, you men—you’re such cynics. You have your fun—as much fun as you can get—and then you say (imitating) ‘I’m weary of them’. It’s a terrible thing to be a woman.
Victor. Why?
Iris. We never grow tired of love. Have you had a terrible past, Felix? When did you first fall in love?
Felix. I don’t know. I forget. It was so long ago. I was a schoolboy.
Victor. Ah, you were still a caterpillar. Gobbling up all the leaves.
Iris. A little kitty kitty kitty caterpillar. Was she dark and beautiful?
Felix. As beautiful—
Iris. As what?