Vida. [Outside; calling him.] Wilfrid, dear!
Sir Wilfrid. [Loyal to the woman who has caught him.] —except the one that's calling me!
John returns, and Sir Wilfrid, nodding to him, goes out. John shuts the door and crosses the room. There is a pause.
Cynthia. So you're not married?
John. No. But I know that you imagined I was.
Cynthia. [After a pause.] I suppose you think a woman has no right to divorce a man—and still continue to feel a keen interest in his affairs?
John. Well, I'm not so sure about that, but I don't quite see how—
Cynthia. A woman can be divorced—and still— [John assents; she hides her embarrassment.] Well, my dear Karslake, you've a long life before you, in which to learn how such a state of mind is possible! So I won't stop to explain. Will you be kind enough to get me a cab? [She moves to the door.
John. Certainly. I was going to say I am not surprised at your feeling an interest in me. I'm only astonished that, having actually married Phillimore, you come here—
Cynthia. [Indignantly.] I'm not married to him!