Clara. It couldn't be—
Thief [ignoring her pointedly]. Do you, Charles?
Charles. Certainly not. It's a water color of the purest water, and almost a speaking likeness.
Thief. I'll take Cousin Paul. Probably he has human interest.
Charles. That's the last thing I should have thought of in connection with Cousin Paul.
Thief. Bring him, but wrapped, please. My courage might fail me if I saw him face to face.
Charles [leaving room for picture]. Mine always does.
Thief. While Charles is wrapping up the picture, I want to know how you got back so early. Your maid said you were going to the Garrick.
Clara. We told her so. But we went to the moving pictures.
Thief. You ought not to go to the movies. It will destroy your literary taste and weaken your minds.