Act II

Don’t be rude, Sorel.

Really, Simon, the way you go on is infuriating!

It’s always the way; whenever Sorel goes out she gets quarrelsome.

Quarrelsome!

Don’t worry, Jackie; you needn’t do anything you don’t want to.

I think, for the future, we’d better confine our efforts to social conversation and not attempt anything in the least intelligent.

How can you be so unkind, Mother?

Don’t speak to me like that.

It’s all my fault⁠—I know I’m awfully silly, but it embarrasses me so terribly doing anything in front of people.

I should think the word was, “winsomely.”

You must have been listening outside the door then.