LADY SIMS. Did she? I didn't notice. I suppose so.
SIR HARRY. [Frowning.] Suppose? Surely I know enough about women to know that.
LADY SIMS. Yes, oh yes.
SIR HARRY. [Odd that so confident a man should ask this.] Emmy, I know you well, don't I? I can read you like a book, eh?
LADY SIMS. [Nervously.] Yes, Harry.
SIR HARRY. [Jovially, but with an inquiring eye.] What a different existence yours is from that poor lonely wretch's.
LADY SIMS. Yes, but she has a very contented face.
SIR HARRY. [With a stamp of his foot.] All put on. What?
LADY SIMS. [Timidly.] I didn't say anything.
SIR HARRY. [Snapping.] One would think you envied her.