manner.)

MORELL (surprised and not pleased). Mr. Burgess?

LEXY. Yes. I passed him in the park, arguing with somebody. He
gave me good day and asked me to let you know that he was coming.

MORELL (half incredulous). But he hasn't called here for--I may
almost say for years. Are you sure, Lexy? You're not joking, are
you?

LEXY (earnestly). No, sir, really.

MORELL (thoughtfully). Hm! Time for him to take another look at
Candida before she grows out of his knowledge. (He resigns
himself to the inevitable, and goes out. Lexy looks after him
with beaming, foolish worship.)

LEXY. What a good man! What a thorough, loving soul he is!
(He takes Morell's place at the table, making himself very
comfortable as he takes out a cigaret.)

PROSERPINE (impatiently, pulling the letter she has been working
at off the typewriter and folding it.) Oh, a man ought to be able
to be fond of his wife without making a fool of himself about
her.

LEXY (shocked). Oh, Miss Prossy!

PROSERPINE (rising busily and coming to the stationery case to