Miss Paysley (impulsively)—Please forgive me. I thought——
Mr. Jarvis—That I was “doing your friend dirt,” for the sake of a brazen image.
Miss Paysley (bravely)—What else was I to think?
Mr. Jarvis (gravely)—And for the sake of your friend you told me what you thought of me. (Aside.) I believe you at least do tell the truth.
Miss Paysley (impulsively)—I didn’t tell you all the truth. I only told you the horrid part.
Mr. Jarvis—And why wouldn’t you tell me the rest?
Miss Paysley (in a humble little voice)—Because I was fool enough to think you were spoiled enough already! (Aside.) How could Millicent—Bobby Burke—that purple ass. Think of throwing him over for Bobby Burke!
Mr. Jarvis (aside)—How pretty she is. (Aloud.) Life hasn’t exactly spoiled me lately. (Aside.) And I’ve been wasting time on Mrs. Orton.
Miss Paysley (impulsively)—And now if I had your hand to tell over again, I would tell you all—the other things first.
Mr. Jarvis—It’s not too late.