Angela.
[Remonstrating.] We read about them in the ladies’ papers.
Saphir.
Read about them! What’s the good of reading about them? I want to be in them. I want to LIVE MY LIFE.
[Shakes her baby fiercely. It raises a howl.
Ella.
[Rushing to the rescue.] Take care, take care! Poor darling! it’ll have a fit.
Saphir.
Take it, then. [Throws it to Ella.] I’m tired of it. What’s the good of buying a complete set of back numbers of the Yellow Book, and reading them, too—[general astonishment at this feat]—if you can’t even shake your baby without making it squall? I’d never have married Colonel Calverley if I had thought of that!