Boy—The lady's out. I can't make cawfee. I'm just mindin' the shop.
Gentleman—You get us something to drink.
Boy—Aw, this is a temperance joint.
(Grins impudently at the Gentleman, who stares at him with great disdain for an instant, then turns to Selina.)
Gentleman—Botheration! I suppose we might as well stay out of the cold until Thompson is ready.
Selina—There's a draft along there. Don't sit too near the wall.
Gentleman—I'll fix the draft with this screen. (Places screen across one corner of room.) That will keep that fresh kid from seeing us, too.
Selina—Why don't you want the boy to see? What are you going to do?
Gentleman—Well, for one thing, kiss you, if I get the chance.
Selina—(Severely.) I think you are forgetting yourself.