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R WILFRID. My word! VIDA. [_Fully expecting personal flattery._] Eh? SIR WILFRID. She's a box o' ginger! VIDA. You haven't seen many American women! SIR WILFRID. Oh, haven't I? VIDA. If you'll pay me a visit to-morrow--at twelve, you shall meet a most charming young woman, who has seen you once, and who admires you--ah! SIR WILFRID. I'm there--what! VIDA. Seven hundred and seventy-one Fifth Avenue. SIR WILFRID. Seven seventy-one Fifth Avenue--at twelve. VIDA. At twelve. SIR WILFRID. Thanks! [_Indicating_ CYNTHIA.] She's a thoroughbred--you can see that with one eye shut. Twelve. [_Shaking hands._] Awfully good of you to ask me. [_He joins_ JOHN.] I say, my boy, your former's an absolute certainty. [_To_ CYNTHIA.] I hear you're about to marry Mr. Phillimore, Mrs. Karslake? KARSLAKE _crosses to_ VIDA _and together they move to the sofa and sit down._ CYNTHIA. To-morrow, 3 P. M., Sir Wilfrid. SIR WILFRID. [_Much taken with_ CYNTHIA.] Afraid I've run into a sort of family party, eh? [_Indicating_ VIDA.] The Past and the Future--awfully chic way you Americans have of asking your divorced husbands and wives to drop in, you know--celebrate a christenin', or the new bride, or-- CYNTHIA. Do you like your tea strong? SIR WILFRID. Middlin'. CYNTHIA. Sugar? SIR WILFRID. One! CYNTHIA. Lemon? SIR WILFRID. Just torture a lemon over it. [_He makes a gesture as of twisting a lemon peel. She hands him his tea._] Thanks! So you do it to-morrow at three? CYNTHIA. At three, Sir Wilfrid. SIR WILFRID. Sorry! CYNTHIA. Why are you sorry? SIR WILFRID. Hate to see a pretty woman married. Might marry her myself. CYNTHIA. Oh, but I'm sure you don't admire American women. SIR WILFRID. Admire you, Mrs. Karslake-- CYNTHIA. Not enough to marry me, I hope. SIR WILFRID. Marry you in a minute! Say the word. Marry you now--here. CYNTHIA. You don't think you ought to know me a little before-- SIR WILFRID. Know you? Do know you. CYNTHIA. [_Covering her hair with her handkerchief._] What colour is my hair? SIR WILFRID. Pshaw! CYNTHIA. You see! You don't know whether I'm a chestnut or a strawberry roan! In the States we think a few months of friendship is quite necessary. SIR WILFRID. Few months of moonshine! Never was a friend to a woman--thank God, in all my life. CYNTHIA. Oh--oh, oh! SIR WILFRID. Might as well talk about being a friend to a whiskey-and-soda. CY
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