Builder. [Entering from the hall and crossing to the fireplace] Monstrous!  Really monstrous!

     Camille enters from the hall.  She has a little collecting book in
     her hand.

Builder.  Well, Camille?

Camille.  A sistare from the Sacred ’Eart, Monsieur—­her little book for the orphan children.

Builder.  I can’t be bothered—­What is it?

Camille.  Orphan, Monsieur.

Builder.  H’m!  Well! [Feeling in his breast pocket] Give her that.

     He hands her a five-pound note.

Camille.  I am sure she will be veree grateful for the poor little beggars.  Madame says she will not be coming to lunch, Monsieur.

Builder.  I don’t want any, either.  Tell Topping I’ll have some coffee.

Camille.  Topping has gone to the dentist, Monsieur; ’e ’as the toothache.

Builder.  Toothache—­poor devil!  H’m!  I’m expecting my brother, but I don’t know that I can see him.

Camille.  No, Monsieur?

Builder.  Ask your mistress to come here.

     He looks up, and catching her eye, looks away.

Camille.  Yes, Monsieur.

     As she turns he looks swiftly at her, sweeping her up and down.  She
     turns her head and catches his glance, which is swiftly dropped. 
     Will Monsieur not ’ave anything to eat?

Builder. [Shaking his head-abruptly] No.  Bring the coffee!

Camille.  Is Monsieur not well?

Builder.  Yes—­quite well.

Camille. [Sweetening her eyes] A cutlet soubise?  No?

Builder. [With a faint response in his eyes, instantly subdued] Nothing! nothing!

Camille.  And Madame nothing too—­Tt!  Tt!  With her hand on the door she looks back, again catches his eyes in an engagement instantly broken off, and goes out.

Builder. [Stock-still, and staring at the door] That girl’s a continual irritation to me!  She’s dangerous!  What a life!  I believe that girl—­

     The door Left is opened and Mrs builder comes in.

Builder.  There’s some coffee coming; do your head good.  Look here, Julia.  I’m sorry I beat on that door.  I apologize.  I was in a towering passion.  I wish I didn’t get into these rages.  But—­dash it all—!  I couldn’t walk away and leave you there.

Mrs builder.  Why not?

Builder.  You keep everything to yourself, so; I never have any notion what you’re thinking.  What did you say to her?

Mrs builder.  Told her it would never work.

Builder.  Well, that’s something.  She’s crazy.  D’you suppose she was telling the truth about that young blackguard wanting to marry her?