"What do you mean? I don't know!..."
He went closer to her, trying to waken her passion by the strength of his. "I want you to leave Jimphy and come away with me," he said.
"Leave Jimphy!"
"Yes. You're not happy ... you're not suited to each other. Come with me!"
"Like this?" she said, holding out her hands and mocking him.
"That doesn't matter," he urged. "We'll go somewhere...."
"Fly to Ireland, I suppose, in evening dress! Poor Paddy, you're so Irish, aren't you? Please don't be an idiot!"
She went on towards the door of the box, and he followed after her. "Cecily!" he said.
"Not to-night," she answered. "I want to be introduced to that nice girl, Mary Graham, and I really must congratulate Gilbert ... I suppose he's here ... it's such a clever play!"
She opened the door of the box and went in, and, hesitating for a moment, he went after her.