John
You needn't look indignant. You can't deny that you proposed to me.
Mabel
I can, indeed. If I had I should never have taken such an unconscionably long time about it.
John
I wonder why Hilda wants to marry poor Basil!
Mabel
Well, Captain Murray left her five thousand a year, and she thinks Basil Kent a genius.
John
There's not a drawing-room in Regent's Park or in Bayswater that hasn't got its tame genius. I don't know if Basil Kent is much more than very clever.
Mabel
Anyhow, I'm sure it's a mistake to marry geniuses. They're horribly bad-tempered, and they invariably make love to other people's wives.
John
Hilda always has gone in for literary people. That's the worst of marrying a cavalryman, it leads you to attach so much importance to brains.
Mabel
Yes, but she needn't marry them. If she wants to encourage Basil let her do it from a discreet distance. Genius always thrives best on bread and water and platonic attachments. If Hilda marries him he'll only become fat and ugly and bald-headed and stupid.
John
Why, then he'll make an ideal Member of Parliament.
[Basil and Hilda come into the room again.
Mabel
[Maliciously.] Well, what have you been talking about?
Hilda
[Acidly.] The weather and the crops, Shakespeare and the Musical Glasses.
Mabel
[Raising her eyebrows.] Oh!
Hilda
It's getting very late, Mabel. We really must be going.
Mabel
[Getting up.] And I've got to pay at least twelve calls. I hope every one will be out.
Hilda
People are so stupid, they're always in when you call.
Mabel
[Holding out her hand to Basil.] Good-bye.
Hilda
[Coldly.] Thanks so much, Mr. Kent. I'm afraid we disturbed you awfully.
Basil
[Shaking hands with her.] I've been enchanted to see you. Good-bye.
Mabel
[Lightly.] We shall see you again before you go to Italy, shan't we?
Basil
Oh, I'm not going to Italy now, I've changed all my plans.
Mabel
[Giving John a look.] Oh! Well, good-bye. Aren't you coming, John.
John
No: I think I'll stay and have a little chat with Basil, while you tread the path of duty.
Mabel
Well, mind you're in early. We've got a lot of disgusting people coming to dinner.
Hilda
[With a smile.] Poor things! Who are they?
Mabel