Vida. [Very sweet.] I knew I should find you here!
John. [Annoyed but civil.] Now don't do that!
Vida. [Sweeter than ever.] Jack! [They sit down.
John. [Civil but plain spoken.] Don't do it!
Vida. [In a voice dripping with honey.] Do what, Jack?
John. Touch me with your voice! I have troubles enough of my own. [He sits not far from her; the table between them.
Vida. And I know who your troubles are! Cynthia!
[From this moment Vida abandons John as an object of the chase and works him into her other game.
John. I hate her. I don't know why I came.
Vida. You came, dear, because you couldn't stay away—you're in love with her.