ADONIJAH. [Eagerly.] Thy father, then, hath told thee——
BETTY. [Who is retreating steadily across the room.] Thou wert born to drive!
[Strikes settee and goes down on the hat. Adonijah seats himself beside Betty. Betty is of necessity forced to remain—on the hat. Adonijah slides arm along the back of the settee. The clock door strikes erratically. He jerks his arm back and gazes in the direction of the clock. The clock hands wigwag. Adonijah stares abstractedly and passes his hand over his forehead in a dazed manner.
BETTY. [Solicitously.] What aileth thee?
ADONIJAH. [Still staring.] The time!
BETTY. [Stifles a yawn.] It doth grow late.
ADONIJAH. But not consistently; it changeth.
BETTY. 'Twas ever so with time.
ADONIJAH. [Reminiscently.] Of a certainty they moved.
BETTY. Yea, verily, 'tis not uncommon.