Rachel. Will, I suppose that you like me as I am?
Carteret. Absolutely and entirely. Even when you talk unceasingly when I'm having a quiet read and smoke before dressing for dinner.
Rachel. Anyhow, you'd have to be interrupted soon, because you must go up when the clock strikes, and see Mary in bed.
Carteret [laughing happily]. Yes, the little monkey. I should never hear the end of it if I didn't. She's a tremendous tyrant, isn't she.
Rachel. Yes. I wonder what she'll be like when she grows up.
Carteret [smiling]. Like her mother, I daresay. Apt to talk when her husband's reading.
Rachel. To-night I want to talk. Do listen, Will—just this once!
[Carteret smiles and puts his paper down on his knee].
Carteret. Just this once, if you're sure it won't happen again.
Rachel. I was thinking about what men are like, and what women are like.