HENRIETTE. What do you mean?
ALBERT. You can't deceive me by pretending to be angry. You wanted to see whether I could withstand your temper. Let us now proceed to the next chapter: your manner of dressing.
HENRIETTE. [Now really outraged.] My manner of dressing? You dare!
[Henriette crosses L. Front, Albert following her.
ALBERT. Yes, that will be enough for to-day——
HENRIETTE. And then you'll begin again to-morrow!
ALBERT. Yes.
HENRIETTE. And do you think for one minute that I'll listen to you while you insult me to my face? You are the vain one, to think you can come to that! You are the frivolous one, you are the——
ALBERT. [Slightly perturbed.] Be careful what you say!
HENRIETTE. I'll take care of that. Let me tell you that you are a detestable cynic. You are disgustingly personal; always dwelling on details, on the least——