Mrs. D. (wakes suddenly) It’s a most extraordinary thing. I can’t get a wink of sleep! other people have no difficulty—why have I? How is it, Dionysius?
Sir H. Your husband isn’t here.
Mrs. D. Sir Humphrey! (rises)
Sir H. You’re surprised to see me?
Mrs. D. Where’s Dionysius? (crosses to Sir Humphrey)
Sir H. Don’t be so concerned. He’s only gone for a walk with Mrs. Blake.
Mrs. D. With that play-actress?
Sir H. My dear Mrs. Dozey, there is nothing discreditable in the profession of the stage.
Mrs. D. That woman’s setting her cap at Dionysius!
Sir H. I hadn’t noticed that she wore a cap.