MARTIN. She was Laura's friend.
TIPPY. Rats!
MARTIN. In view of recent changes in social status, are you sure that Kate is still on the calling list of Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Holden?
TIPPY. You're talking awful rot.
MARTIN. Maybe you know Ken better than I do.
TIPPY. Hell, he isn't a prig.
MARTIN. Another thing: What makes you so sure Ted will enjoy being put on social display in his frayed clothes alongside a lady gorgeously arrayed in the price of her shame?
TIPPY. The very fact that Ted is so shabby will make it less obvious that Kate is still--[Pause.]--helping him.
MARTIN. Kate is really showing remarkable restraint. I'd have expected her to squeeze enough out of a mink coat to dress Ted up a bit.
[All this time TIPPY has been wiping dog with one towel after another. He now gets up and leads dog to yard.]