John. [Laughing and flattering Vida.] I am using my eyes.
Vida. [Fretted.] Don't you see there's a lovely creature in the room?
John. [Not knowing what it is all about, but taking a wicked delight in seeing her customary calm ruffled.] Of course there is.
Vida. Hush!
John. [Teasingly.] But what I want to know is—
Vida. Hush!
John. [Enjoying his fun.] —is when we're to stroll in the Garden of Eden—
Vida. Hush!
John. —and lose the key. [To put a stop to this, she lightly tosses her handkerchief into his face.] By George, talk about attar of roses!
Cynthia. [At window, excited and moved at seeing her mare once more.] Oh, she's a darling! [Turning.] A perfect darling! [John starts up; he sees Cynthia at the same instant that she sees him.] Oh! I didn't know you were here. [After a pause, with "take-it-or-leave-it" frankness.] I came to see you! [John looks extremely dark and angry; Vida rises.