Dean.
And why? I love all that is beautiful with all my senses.... And why shouldn’t I?
Mrs. O’Farrel.
Because such youthful depravity makes me envious again.
Dean.
Pardon me, my dear lady, I remember you far too well as a girl to believe that even now—
Mrs. O’Farrel.
(Hastily.) Michael!... Will you and Clare take the car and meet Bill’s train? It won’t take you ten minutes; I’m too comfortable to move at present. Besides, we must have the place to ourselves, the Dean and I, as he is becoming indiscreetly reminiscent. Bring Bill back with you here, and he and I will drive home together.... You don’t mind?
Michael.