VICTORIA.
Never at home—and when he is—“in the next room.” Never takes her anywhere, and I don’t wonder at it. Margery is too gauche for anything. But what could be expected, when a man throws himself away in that manner? Bless me, there were other women in the world!
SYLVESTER.
Oh, plenty, plenty.
VICTORIA.
Unluckily, he’s found that out. [Aside.] That’s one for him!
SYLVESTER.
Indeed!
VICTORIA [gives him a glance of contempt, and produces a cigarette case].
Do you mind tobacco?