He dazzled me with an amazing flare-up. Exhausted his vocabulary on my injustice and Clare’s perfections, and stormed out of the room, leaving me with tingling ears.
Dean.
And now?
Mrs. O’Farrel.
Presumably he’s gone in search of this maligned young woman. My blessings attend on him!... Well, Dean, I’m a brilliant and original tactician, what?
Dean.
Brilliant, certainly—original, no!
Mrs. O’Farrel.
No?
Dean.