Mr. Jarvis—Can one? A man, I mean?
Miss Paysley—And with that as the foundation of your character, it’s astonishing what weak-minded things you do!
Mr. Jarvis—How graceful!
Miss Paysley—What else do you call all those unfinished canvases? The line of least resistance isn’t strength.
Mr. Jarvis (with pathos)—One would think I were your Sunday-school class.
Miss Paysley (aside)—It’s time to give him more toffey. (Aloud.) Your popularity has been one of the reasons of your not always following your creed of strength.
Mr. Jarvis (modestly)—Yes, my fatal beauty has always stood in the way of my living up to my ideals!
Miss Paysley (aside)—Oh, you may sneer, but you know you like it. Else you wouldn’t be here. (Aloud.) There is something here I don’t understand.
Mr. Jarvis (aside)—I was waiting for that to come. (Aloud.) Go on!
Miss Paysley—Please let your hand drop over from the wrist. How unusual!