MISS CAREY:  (Affected.) Go into my room, dear. (She leads her up to bed behind curtains.  After Angela disappears behind curtains, MISS CAREY turns—­facing HARRY.) I’ll settle with this viper.  (Coming down.) Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?

HARRY:  Why should I’be ashamed?

MISS CAREY:  (Resolutely.) Because you’re a lollard.

HARRY:  I’m what?

MISS CAREY:  You’re one of those vile creatures whose hair grows from east to west. (Dramatically.) Where are your refined feet now? )

HARRY:  (Thinking she’s mad.) What on earth are you talking about?

MISS CAREY:  The man she fell in love with and married was spick and span—­his shoulders were big and broad—­his teeth were white—­and his skin—­well, if he were standing before me now, I’d be just crazy to kiss him myself.

HARRY:  I was all that you say when I married her—­that’s how I won her.

MISS CAREY:  And now you’re not all that I say—­that’s how you lost her.  You can’t blame a little woman if she thinks she’s getting a man of gold and she finds she’s got a gold brick.

HARRY:  Why, I’m not different now than I was then—­only before I was married I was like all men, I did everything to appear at my best—­ to fool her.

MISS CAREY:  Fool her now—­we women love to be fooled.  We want to be proud of our husbands.  Most of us get gold bricks, but we don’t want anyone else to know it.

HARRY:  By George, there may be something in all this.  How did you come to know it?

MISS CAREY:  I’m an old maid, and old maids know more about men than anyone—­that’s why they stay old maids.  What were you wearing the first time you met?

HARRY:  (Reminiscently.) A suit of regimentals.

MISS CAREY:  (Hurrying up to door.) Quick, go downstairs and put ’em on and come up as quick as you can.

HARRY:  (Looks at himself in glass near door.) By George—­you’re right.  Oh, Miss Carey, I am a lollard. (He runs off.)

MISS CAREY:  You’re a lollard, all right.  Now young woman—­get your things together and get ready to go—­young woman, do you hear me? (She goes up to curtains, and opens them—­there lies ANGELA cozily huddled in a heap, fast asleep.) Well, if the little fluff hasn’t fallen asleep.  Here—­wake up—­the idea.

ANGELA:  (In her sleep.) Harry, be gentle with Miss Carey—­she can’t help it. (MISS CAREY shakes her so she jumps up.) Oh Miss Carey—­ hello.

MISS CAREY:  Now get your things together—­your husband is coming for you in a minute.

ANGELA:  (A la Ibsen.) I shall never return to Harry again—­ I’ve left him for life.

MISS CAREY:  You’ll not stay here all that time.

ANGELA:  (As she comes down, dreamily.) No, I intend to marry another—­and oh, Miss Carey, his hair is so spick—­his shoulders so broad—­his teeth are so white.