Dear Brutus

Dear Brutus

JOANNA. That man–he suspects! (This is a very different JOANNA from the one who has so far flitted across our scene. It is also a different PURDIE. In company they seldom look at each other, though when the one does so the eyes of the other magnetically respond. We have seen them trivial, almost cynical, but now we are to greet them as they know they really are, the great strong- hearted man and his natural mate, in the grip of the master passion. For the moment LOBS words have unnerved JOANNA and it is JOHN PURDIEs dear privilege to soothe her.) PURDIE. No one minds Lob. My dear, oh my dear. JOANNA (faltering). Yes, but he saw you kiss my hand. Jack, if Mabel were to suspect! PURDIE (happily). There is nothing for her to suspect. JOANNA (eagerly). No, there isnt, is there? (She is desirous ever to be without a flaw.) Jack, I am not doing anything wrong, am I? PURDIE. You!