Sorel
But it oughtn’t to give you pleasure any more.
Judith
You know, Sorel, you grow more damnably feminine every day. I wish I’d brought you up differently.
Sorel
I’m proud of being feminine.
Judith
Kissing her.
You’re a darling, and I adore you; and you’re very pretty, and I’m madly jealous of you.
Sorel
With her arms round her.
Are you really? How lovely.
Judith
You will be nice to Sandy, won’t you?