MARIAN

Sure I am.  He isn’t looking.  He’s with a woman.  By jingo!  It’s that millinery kid!

FRED

What millinery kid?  Besides, what difference does it make?  Let him have a hundred, if he wants ’em. We’re happy.

MARIAN

The nerve of him!  I knew it was her right along.  He tried to throw a bluff it was some swell.  I’ll bet he paid good for those clothes!

FRED

Oh, come on!  What’ll you have?  Besides, she might have made the clothes herself.

MARIAN

Made ’em herself!  Say, a fine lot you know about ladies’ gowns!  That came from the Avenue, straight.

FRED

Well, what if it did?  I’ll get you a better one, you just wait.

MARIAN

Sh!  He’s looking over here!

FRED

Hm!  Look at me and you won’t see him.

MARIAN

The nerve!

FRED

What’s he done?

MARIAN

He smiled right over like nothing had ever happened.  I’ll bet he’s going to say something mean about me.  Oh!

FRED

Let’s change our seats.  I’m hungry!

MARIAN

Change nothing!  Catch me giving him a laugh like that!  I could tell her things, the young—­There, now she’s looking!

FRED

What if she is?  Say, look here—­

MARIAN

He’s getting up!  Well, of all the brass!

FRED

What?

MARIAN

He’s coming over here!

FRED

He is!  Don’t you say a word.  I’ll take him on!

MARIAN

If he dares—­

GEORGE

Hello, Marian!

MARIAN

Hm!

GEORGE

What, got a grouch on your honeymoon?  That’s a bad sign, Marian!

MARIAN