John. All right, Vida, what I feel may be love—but all I can say is, if I could get even with Cynthia Karslake—
Vida. You can, dear—it's as easy as powdering one's face; all you have to do is to be too nice to me!
John. [Looking at her inquiringly.] Eh!
Vida. Don't you realize she's jealous of you? Why did she come to my house this morning? She's jealous—and all you have to do—
John. If I can make her wince, I'll make love to you till the Heavenly cows come home!
Vida. Well, you see, my dear, if you make love to me it will [Delicately indicating Sir Wilfrid.] cut both ways at once!
John. Eh,—what! Not Cates-Darby? [Starting.] Is that Cynthia?
Vida. Now don't get rattled and forget to make love to me.
John. I've got the jumps. [Trying to follow her instructions.] Vida, I adore you.
Vida. Oh, you must be more convincing; that won't do at all.