John. Why are you—
Cynthia. [Quickly.] Why am I here! I'll tell you. I'm going to be married. I had a longing, an irresistible longing to see you make an ass of yourself just once more! It happened!
John. [Uncertain and discomfited.] I know better!
Cynthia. But I came for a serious purpose, too. I came, my dear fellow, to make an experiment on myself. I've been with you thirty minutes; and— [She sighs with content.] It's all right!
John. What's all right?
Cynthia. [Calm and apparently at peace with the world.] I'm immune.
John. Immune?
Cynthia. You're not catching any more! Yes, you see, I said to myself, if I fly into a temper—
John. You did!
Cynthia. If I fly into a temper when I see him, well, that shows I'm not yet so entirely convalescent that I can afford to have Jack Karslake at my house. If I remain calm I shall ask him to dinner.