Mrs. D. Nonsense! You’ve been philandering for the last ten minutes. You, Dionysius, who have always professed such horror of stage players.
Dr. Mrs. Blake may be regarded in two aspects.
Mrs. D. You’ve been regarding her in half-a-dozen!
Dr. It is our duty to hate sin, but to love sinners. One may, at one and the same time, abhor the acting——
Mrs. D. And adore the actress!
Dr. I should prefer to say, regard the actress with that measure of fraternal sympathy to which all our erring sisters are entitled.
Mrs. D. But which only the good-looking ones get. (re-enter Lucy, down staircase, L.) No, Dionysius, it won’t do! A little less of that fraternal sympathy, if you please.
Lucy. What’s the matter, Mrs. Dozey? (Dr. Dozey gets up, R.)
Mrs. D. Matter! Why that stage-player——
Lucy. Mrs. Blake?