Vance. Here! Did she want to see me?
Grouse. No, she didn’t want to see you.
Vance. Then why the deuce did she come here! There’s some mistake. (Turns to look for skillet.) I wish Jim would let the cooking outfit alone.
Grouse. Never mind yer ole skillet. I thought mebbe you’d meet her on the road.
Vance. (At cupboard.) Jim is very careless. He has been chucking things round again.
Grouse. You’re a nice man to prefer a skillet to a young lady.
Vance. (Surprised.) Excuse me, Grouse, I thought we were good enough friends to be informal. I’ll not look for the skillet any more.
Grouse. I’m talkin’ about her. She was a bute.
Vance. Since she did not want to see me I hardly think I am interested in her beauty.