Varlie.
Say, you think it over. I’ve got a mighty fine business now, and you could help me in it. You could live in the city or run about with me or whatever you liked—and say, Angel face, I think you are just the best ever!
Nora.
You’re smart—but—
Varlie.
(Leans over quickly and kisses her.) Say, Angel face, that’s a man’s kiss, ain’t it?
Nora.
Oh! (Confused, half pleased, half indignant.) That’s not how to treat New Zealand girls! (She runs into house and slams the door.)
(Varlie, satisfied with himself, strolls back across stage and stands looking down at the green jade curio Roto is cleaning carefully. Loveday continues to read near by.)
Varlie.