MRS. DAVIDSON--[Sternly.] No. SHE cannot go. And it is YOUR duty--

CURTIS--[Interrupting her with a trace of impatience.] Oh, come!
That's all nonsense, Aunt. You don't understand the kind of woman
Martha is.

MRS. DAVIDSON--[Harshly.] The women I understand prefer rearing
their children to selfish gallivanting over the world.

CURTIS--[Impatiently.] But we have no children now, Aunt.

MRS. DAVIDSON--I know that, more's the pity. But later--

CURTIS--[Emphatically.] No, I tell you! It's impossible!

MRS. DAVIDSON--[Grimly.] I have said my last word. Go your own
road and work your own ruin.

CURTIS--[Brusquely.] I think I'll change my togs and go for a
walk. Excuse me for a second. I'll be right down again. [He goes
out, rear.]

EMILY--[With her false air of innocence.] Curt acts so funny,
doesn't he? Did you notice how emphatic he was about its being
impossible? And he said Martha seemed to him to be acting queer
lately--with him, I suppose he meant.

ESTHER--He certainly appeared put out when he heard she'd gone
motoring with Big.