Flo. (Hesitates.) I didn’t expect you.
Vance. I don’t see why my sudden appearance should affect you that way, since we are to be married in a month.
Flo. Pardon me, Harvey. I—I think I—
Vance. (Anxiously.) My dear, you are ill! Do sit down. (She refuses as before.)
Flo. I am not ill—only—(with effort) I am cross to-night.
Vance. (Laughs lightly.) If that is all I’ll talk you into a good humor. I have the plan of our new house here. It will be the finest on the hill. I’ve had that staircase changed. I wish to see if it meets your approval. It must go to the contractors by to-night’s mail; that’s why I came.
Enter Rachel, door L., then about to withdraw suddenly.
Flo. Rachel!
Rach. Miss Florence? (Putting in head again.)
Flo. I’ll give the orders later.