Cynthia. What is?
John. Seeing you in a whirlwind!
Cynthia. [Wounded by his seeming indifference.] Oh!
John. No, but I mean, a real pleasure! Why not? Time's passed since you and I were together—and—eh—
Cynthia. And you've forgotten what a vile temper I had!
John. [Reflectively.] Well, you did kick the stuffing out of the matrimonial buggy—
Cynthia. [Pointedly but with good temper.] It wasn't a buggy; it was a break cart— [She stands back of the arm-chair.] It's all very well to blame me! But when you married me, I'd never had a bit in my mouth!
John. Well, I guess I had a pretty hard hand. Do you remember the time you threw both your slippers out of the window?
Cynthia. Yes, and do you remember the time you took my fan from me by force?