Mrs Clare Graham (abruptly). No, I was going out. Good-bye. (She goes out.)
Dora. She is in a huff with me about something. Why?
Charlie (hesitatingly). No—that is—she was angry with me.
Dora. About?
Charlie. Oh, because you and I agree with each other so well on all subjects, marriage included.
Dora (pressing his hand). My beloved!
Charlie. I said it was a rotten institution—or something of the kind.
Dora (charmingly). An effete conventionality——
Charlie (putting his arm round her waist). Only suited to reckless people who risk the disappointments of the future for the effervescence of the present.
Dora. What did she say?