HENRY. My dear...
[Stops for lack of breath.]
OCEANA. Freddy, my robe.
[Wraps herself and sits in chair, smiling.]
LETITIA. What does this mean?
MRS. MASTERSON. Of all the shameless and insane procedures!
LETITIA. Are you mad, Henry?
OCEANA. No, no, Letitia. We know just what we're about. You see, your husband and I are considering whether or not we shall fall in love with each other.
LETITIA. [Wildly.] Oh!
MRS. MASTERSON. Monstrous!