LADY FLO: What _can_ you mean?
JEM: Oh, don't pretend that you and my uncle have not been getting up
this little comedy of a quarrel, merely to show Kitty and me what fools
we look when _we_ are fighting! Why! It was better than any play I ever
saw!
SIR W.: It's all been in sober earnest, I assure you.
(_LADY FLO recovers slightly. Looks first at JEM, then at KITTY, and
lastly at SIR WILLIAM._)
LADY FLO (_slowly_): You call--all--this--a little comedy? (_Recovers
more, but very gradually._)
KITTY: Why, yes! Don't attempt to say it wasn't--(_slyly_)--especially
after all you told me this morning about how cleverly you manage my
uncle. Just let me see you glance at him in the way you said you could.
(_Whispering._)
(_LADY FLO further recovers herself. Her expression softens. After a
minute or two she smiles meaningly to herself._)
JEM: Now, Uncle Will, do finish off by pretending to make up the
quarrel! There's my aunt waiting with her smile already!
SIR W. (_stupidly_): _Pretend_ to make up the quarrel?
LADY FLO (_suddenly radiant_): Why, yes! You silly old goose! Don't you
see the fun? Pretend to give me a kiss at once. (_They kiss._)