DOLLY. Valentine.

PHILIP. And his fancy has turned to Gloria to the extent of---

DOLLY. ---kissing her---

PHILIP. ---on the terrace---

DOLLY (correcting him). --on the lips, before everybody.

MRS. CLANDON (incredulously). Phil! Dolly! Are you joking? (They
shake their heads.) Did she allow it?

PHILIP. We waited to see him struck to earth by the lightning of her
scorn;---

DOLLY. ---but he wasn't.

PHILIP. She appeared to like it.

DOLLY. As far as we could judge. (Stopping Phil, who is about to
pour out another cup.) No: you've sworn off two cups.

MRS. CLANDON (much troubled). Children: you must not be here when
Mr. Valentine comes. I must speak very seriously to him about this.

PHILIP. To ask him his intentions? What a violation of Twentieth
Century principles!

DOLLY. Quite right, mamma: bring him to book. Make the most of the