Vida. [Who has been sitting and talking to Matthew for lack of a better man, comes to talk to Karslake.] C. W.?
John. [Rising as she rises.] Creditors willing.
Vida. [Changing her seat for one near the tea-table.] I'm sure your creditors are willing.
John. Oh, they're a breezy lot, my creditors. They're giving me a dinner this evening.
Vida. [More than usually anxious to please.] I regret I'm not a breezy creditor, but I do think you owe it to me to let me see your Cynthia K! Can't you lead her around to my house?
John. At what hour, Mrs. Phillimore?
Vida. Say eleven? And you, too, might have a leading in my direction—771 Fifth Avenue.
[John bows. Cynthia hears and notes this.
Cynthia. Your cup of tea, Mr. Karslake.
John. Thanks. [Taking his tea and sipping it.] I beg your pardon—you have forgotten, Mrs. Karslake—very naturally, it has slipped your memory, but I don't take sugar. [Cynthia, furious with him and herself. He hands the cup back. She makes a second cup.