Arthur.
I wish I could get Violet to take it.
Anne.
She's so young, she doesn't feel the need of it yet.
Arthur.
Yes, she's so young.
[Anne goes out. For a moment Arthur gives way to discouragement. He feels old and tired. But he hears a footstep and pulls himself together. He is his usual self, gay, gallant and humorous, when Violet enters the room.]
Violet.
I saw Christina drive away. What did she want?
Arthur.