Soak it a little first, dear, or you’ll choke, and I should detest that.
[Clara soaks “Cachet” and then swallows it. Preston goes out.]
Clara
Now I must lie down flat—get out of the way, Helen.
Pawnie
Perhaps you’d like us both to go right out of the room and sit in the hall?
Clara
No, Pawnie, I should never expect the least consideration from you.
[She lies down flat on the divan, Helen arranges cushions for her.]