Cynthia. I'll tell you— [After a pause.] you can drink to the relation I am to you!
John. [Laughing.] Well—what relation are you?
Cynthia. I'm your first wife once removed!
John. [Laughing, drinks.] I say, you're feeling better.
Cynthia. Lots.
John. [Reminiscent.] It's a good deal like those mornings after the races—isn't it?
Cynthia. [Nods.] Yes. [Half-rising.] Is that the hansom?
John. [Going up to the window.] No.
Cynthia. [Sitting down again.] What is that sound?
John. Don't you remember?