Nora: "Yes, Miss Ramsey."
Miss Ramsey: "Do you know where my brother keeps his cigarettes?"
Nora: "Why, in his room, Miss Ramsey; you told him you didn't like the smell here."
Miss Ramsey: "Yes, yes. I forgot. And has he got any cocktails?"
Nora: "He's got the whole bottle full of them yet."
Miss Ramsey: "Full yet?"
Nora: "You wouldn't let him offer them to the gentlemen he had to lunch, last week, because you said—"
Miss Ramsey: "What did I say?"
Nora: "They were vulgar."
Miss Ramsey: "And so they are. And so much the better! Bring the cigarettes and the bottle and some glasses here, Nora, and then ask Mr. Ashley to come." She walks away to the window, and hurriedly hums a musical comedy waltz, not quite in tune, as from not remembering exactly, and after Nora has tinkled in with a tray of glasses she lights a cigarette and stands puffing it, gasping and coughing a little, as Walter Ashley enters. "Oh, Mr. Ashley! Sorry to make you wait."