Lucy. Isn’t it time you dressed? The Dozeys will be here directly. I told them we should dine early.
Ned. Bother the Dozeys!
Lucy. I couldn’t help asking them. Indeed, they asked themselves. (rises, crosses to C.)
Ned. Lucy, how can I write while you keep chattering? I particularly want to finish what I’m doing. I want to send it to Alma by to-night’s post.
Lucy. Alma!
Ned. What’s the matter?
Lucy. I wish you wouldn’t call Mrs. Blake “Alma.” I don’t like it!
Ned. I don’t think you like her.
Lucy. I like her very well; but at the same time I think you see too much of her.
Ned. What nonsense! We’re in the same set; I can’t help seeing a good deal of her.