Sylvia. Think of a way to make money.
Bobbie. It's difficult now that the war is over.
Sylvia. That's cheap wit, dear; also it's the wrong moment for it. (Joyce giggles.)
Bobbie. It's always the wrong moment for cheap wit, admitting for one moment that it was, which it wasn't.
Joyce. Oh, do shut up, you make my head go round.
(Enter Evangeline downstairs; she is tall and almost beautiful;
she carries a book in her hand.)
Bobbie (turning). Oh, Vangy, do come and join us; we're on the verge of a congress.
Evangeline. I must read some more Maeterlinck. (Posing.)
Bobbie. You mean you must let us see you reading Maeterlinck.
Evangeline (goes to him, back of Chesterfield, touches his hair.) Try not to be so irritating, Bobbie dear; just because you don't happen to appreciate good literature, it's very small and narrow to laugh at people who do.