[Rising, in his enthusiasm—the antimacassar slips on to the seat.
SYLVESTER.
A real woman.
COLONEL.
Caroline’s a heart of gold——
SYLVESTER.
Yes, so you said.
COLONEL.
Did I? I beg your pardon. [Sits on the antimacassar, instantly springs up, and flings it into a corner. Points to that covering Sylvester’s chair.] Throw that thing away!
SYLVESTER.