Faith. Good morning, Mr. Dermott. (Offers hand coldly.)
Bobbie (L.C.). I say—you have been quick.
Faith (C., coldly). I've been up for hours—what is it you want?
Bobbie. I've had a perfectly miserable night—I couldn't sleep a wink. I want to know if you really meant what you said last night.
Faith. Of course I really meant it, how silly you are.
Bobbie. I'm not silly—I thought maybe it was only the heat of the moment that made you so utterly beastly.
Faith. If you're going to be rude I shall go away. (She sits down in chair by Chesterfield.)
Bobbie. Do you really care for me so little that you can give me up at a moment's notice like that?
Faith. You will not understand Bobbie—I had to.
Bobbie. Why?