CAPT. (runs to window) There, that’ll do; we’ve got no coppers. (coming back) You were saying——
ETHEL. I was saying that Miss Carruthers is still Miss Carruthers, and is likely to remain so. That is, if men really have the taste that they pretend to.
CAPT. Do you really think so? Oh, I don’t know, she’s a dashing girl.
ETHEL. I don’t like dashing girls.
CAPT. Well, when I say a dashing girl, I mean she’s undeniably accomplished.
ETHEL. I have heard she paints!
CAPT. Ah, you don’t care for her. Well, I admit, she is a little difficult to understand.
ETHEL. Oh, dear me, no! I call her very plain.
CAPT. And yet she is considered beautiful by some.