Nora.
(Putting her fingers in her ears.) Aren’t they hopeless! (To Varlie.) Come along, and I’ll show you my bed of English roses. You’ll like them.
Varlie.
(Rises, throws down a nearly burnt cigar and goes with her across stage, standing down right with her to admire a rose bed in bloom.) I guess you’re the best rose among them all.
Nora.
(Smiles as if pleased.) You have nothing to sell me!
Varlie.
No. But I might have something to give.
(Meanwhile Gordon limps off after smiling at Loveday. She picks up a book and begins to read.)