Don’t you want a cocktail before you go?
Clara
No, darling—I should only hiccup all the evening. Good-bye, you’ve been such a comfort—good-bye, Helen—Pawnie, you will be nicer to me over the week-end, won’t you? I shall be so depressed, what with Gregory going away and everything—Good-bye, Tom—I shall dine in bed and give way at every pore——
[She goes out.]
Pawnie
Poor Clara—she eternally labors under the delusion that she really matters.
Helen
We all do that a little.
Florence
[Laughing]