Mrs. Bemis: ‘Never in the world!’
Mrs. Roberts: ‘I don’t wish to. But oh, Mr. Bemis, I’ve just come from my own children, and you must be merciful to his family!’
Bemis: ‘For your sake, dear lady, I will.’
Bella, between the portières: ‘Dinner is ready, Mrs. Roberts.’
Mrs. Roberts, passing her hand through Mr. Bemis’s arm: ‘Oh, then you must go in with me, and tell me all about it.’