(He gazes at her sternly; she hides her face behind the coffee urn.)
_Jack_ Therefore, Valeria squints!
_Maude_ O don"t, Jack!
_Jack_ (severely). The vanity of woman!
_Maude_ (rising quickly and coming round to his chair). But I have your roses, Jack, in the box with my dress! And I shall send Valeria a cut-gla.s.s berry-bowl--maybe a Tiffany cut!
(He pulls her down to him as curtain falls.)