Vance (Anxiously.) Don’t care now? Our own house? Why, Florence!
Flo. I mean I can’t look at it now.
Vance. (Rises.) Florence, don’t you think you are just a little bit capricious sometimes?
Flo. (Nervously.) Perhaps! Why not? Must a woman smile always?
Vance. Flossie, you don’t want to see me to-night, that is plain.
Flo. Harvey, you men are so exacting. There are times when one wants to—to be let alone.
Vance. There now! We’ll not quarrel. We have never quarreled yet. I thought you’d like to see me—I mean the plan. But you don’t.
Flo. Why don’t you show it to papa? He’s at the lodge. Go and meet him.
Vance. I don’t think he is interested in it very much. But I guess I’ll try it.
Flo. (Pleased.) Oh, do Harvey.