Mr. Jarvis—Let’s sift down the evidence. I’m in danger of losing something that is precious to me, or, rather, I’m in danger of paying with my gold piece for a brazen image. I don’t follow my best impulses to the end. I’m a layer cake with a substantial piece of home-made cake for my under layer and an inferior article on top. Miss Paysley, would you kindly tell me if this cross in my left hand is a warning to avoid widows with pale, gold hair?
Miss Paysley—I wish you would tell me if you came out here with the honest intention of having your fortune told?
Mr. Jarvis (aside.)—She can give Mrs. Orton cards and spades. (Aloud.) Did you come out here with the intention of telling my fortune?
Miss Paysley (slowly)—I’ve done what I came out for!
Mr. Jarvis—And that was?
Miss Paysley (rising and turning away)—Something I foolishly thought I ought to do.
Mr. Jarvis—Foolishly? I think it was too lovely of you to take any interest in my affairs at all.
Miss Paysley (aside)—I’ve never seen anyone so insupportable, and he looks—nice! (Aloud, with wide-open eyes.) Your affairs! You don’t suppose it’s for you?
Mr. Jarvis—Eh?
Miss Paysley—I suppose you think that there is no such thing as real loyalty or friendship between girls?