_Miss Ramsey_, starting: "Oh! Is that you, Nora? Of course! Nora!"
_Nora_: "Yes, Miss Ramsey."
_Miss Ramsey_: "Do you know where my brother keeps his cigarettes?"
_Nora_: "Why, in his room, Miss Ramsey; you told him you didn't like
the smell here."
_Miss Ramsey_: "Yes, yes. I forgot. And has he got any cocktails?"
_Nora_: "He's got the whole bottle full of them yet."
_Miss Ramsey_: "Full yet?"
_Nora_: "You wouldn't let him offer them to the gentlemen he had to
lunch, last week, because you said--"
_Miss Ramsey_: "What did I say?"
_Nora_: "They were vulgar."
_Miss Ramsey_: "And so they are. And so much the better! Bring the
cigarettes and the bottle and some glasses here, Nora, and then ask
Mr. Ashley to come." She walks away to the window, and hurriedly hums
a musical comedy waltz, not quite in tune, as from not remembering
exactly, and after Nora has tinkled in with a tray of glasses she
lights a cigarette and stands puffing it, gasping and coughing a
little, as Walter Ashley enters. "Oh, Mr. Ashley! Sorry to make you
wait."
V