Is it generous of you—is it generous of you, Eileen, to flaunt your terrible triumph like this? I am heart-broken! I am distracted! What on earth am I to do?
Mrs. O’Farrel.
(Pouring him out a whisky-and-soda.) Drink this!
Dean.
(Pettishly.) I don’t care for whisky.
Mrs. O’Farrel.
Oh, you needn’t make such a fuss! It’s perfectly obvious from what we saw just now that no real harm has been done. The way she kissed Michael——
(She bursts out laughing.)
Dean.