MARGERY.
Thank you, I can’t smoke.
VICTORIA.
Then you should learn at once.
[Puts a cigarette in her mouth.
Could you oblige me with a light? [Sylvester strikes a match.] Thanks.
[Lights up at the wrong end of a gold-tipped cigarette. Margery stands, arms akimbo, surveying her.
MARGERY.
Do you like smoking?
VICTORIA.