Pil. I am relieved to hear it. Still, it probably needs the—er—hum—the final touch of the artist. (she turns to go) You don't care for—er—compliments?
Car. (looking round) No! (coming C.)
Pil. Rather an unkind restriction.
Car. A bird of some experience is apt to change its first opinion of bird-lime.
Pil. Yes, very true. But compliments that are the expression of honest and—er—respectful appreciation—what of them?
Car. I don't know. I've never met that kind of compliment. If you'll excuse me, I'll go back to the fowls. (going up)
Pil. (he follows her between tree and table to porch) I have no right to detain you from more congenial society. (door bell heard) But I have something I particularly wish to say to you. (she looks at him) Something I wish to explain.
Car. Certainly! What is it?
Pil. My explanation might—in fact, would occupy some time. (door bell heard more violently) The present moment is obviously ill-chosen for the purpose. You will be the sole occupant of the house this evening.
Car. Shall I?