Mr. Jarvis (looking at Miss Paysley searchingly)—-I really think you’re honest.
Miss Paysley (returning his look)—What did you think I came out here for?
Mr. Jarvis (still looking into Miss Paysley’s eyes)—Apparently to give me your unvarnished opinion of me. Please go on.
Miss Paysley—I’ve described the first and second layers of the cake.
Mr. Jarvis—Isn’t there any frosting?
Miss Paysley (aside)—They simply are insatiable for praise. (Aloud.) The frosting doesn’t count. I’ve been eating the frosting ever since I met you.
Mr. Jarvis (meekly)—I hope you liked it.
Miss Paysley (harking back to the last remark but one)—This superimposed you has different tastes, likes different women—and is more easily taken in.
Mr. Jarvis—How more easily taken in?
Miss Paysley (aside)—I thought I’d get a rise. Now for the plunge. (Aloud.) I mean that in your own world, among the people who think as you do, you can tell the real ones from those who are only shams.