[CHLOE puts up her face and kisses him passionately.]

I say, you're like fire. You're not feverish?


CHLOE. [With a laugh] It's a wonder if I'm not. Charlie, are you
happy with me?

CHARLES. What do you think?

CHLOE. [Leaning against him] You wouldn't easily believe things
against me, would you?

CHARLES. What! Thinking of those Hillcrists? What the hell that
woman means by her attitude towards you--When I saw her there
to-day, I had all my work cut out not to go up and give her a bit
of my mind.

CHLOE. [Watching him stealthily] It's not good for me, now I'm
like this. It's upsetting me, Charlie.

CHARLES. Yes; and we won't forget. We'll make 'em pay for it.

CHLOE. It's wretched in a little place like this. I say, must you
go on spoiling their home?

CHARLES. The woman cuts you and insults you. That's enough for me.

CHLOE. [Timidly] Let her. I don't care; I can't bear feeling
enemies about, Charlie, I--get nervous--I----