Mrs. O’Farrel.
Well, if I admired her feet as much as you do, I shouldn’t hesitate.
Dean.
But supposing she woke and found me—er—er—
Mrs. O’Farrel.
Arranging her skirt?... My dear man, I know Patricia; she would gladly show you several inches of her ankle.
Dean.
Eileen, you’re a wicked woman!
(They move to the other side of the platform.)