Kate. (comes down R.C., as far as piano) Mrs. Selwyn is too amiable to give anybody notice; but when she wants to get rid of them, in the most charming manner in the world, she makes them so exceedingly uncomfortable that they give notice themselves.
Nor. (comes down L. of her) But she can’t possibly want to get rid of you?
Kate. Why not?
Nor. We’re all in love with you.
Kate. Are you? Perhaps that’s the reason. Do you like plants? (turns suddenly, can in hand, so that the water is supposed to splash Normantower)
Nor. Blow plants! (drawing back)
Kate. (stopping) What plants? (in opening R.C.)
Nor. (goes to fire, L., wiping his coat) Any plants—all plants—I hate ’em.
Kate. (crosses in conservatory to L.C.) I love them. I have been watering my pets for the last time.
Nor. (L.) I see. You’ve been standing them a parting drink.