Myra
Pushing him away.
No, Simon dear; it’s too hot.
Simon
You look beautifully cool.
Myra
I’m more than cool really, but it’s not climatic coolness. I’ve been mentally chilled to the marrow by Judith’s attitude.
Simon
Why, what did she say?
Myra
Nothing very much. She was bouncing about on the sofa with a hearty young thing in flannels, and seemed to resent my appearance rather.
Simon
You mustn’t take any notice of Mother.