Mrs. V. T. In what does that show itself?
Stuart. In wanting something I can’t have. I believe it’s considered infantile to want the moon.
Mrs. V. T. You want the moon? Then you must be in love! I’m so sorry I can’t stay and let you tell me all about her. I came upstairs for my domino and mustn’t tarry.
[Starts up back.
Stuart (standing between her and the door). One moment, Mrs. Van Tromp. I’ll not bore you with my own love affair, but I should like to ask your help in another.
Mrs. V. T. (turning and coming down l.). I promise my assistance. I love to help on—other people’s love affairs.
Stuart. There is a poor fellow downstairs who is eating his heart out with love for your cousin Agnes. He thinks you are against him.
Mrs. V. T. You mean Mr. Stevens?
Stuart. Yes.
Mrs. V. T. Why, Mr. Stuart, I like Mr. Stevens, and he would be my second choice—