_Dorothy_ (_with a glance at BARLOW_). Yes, Mr. Yardsley, I have noticed the latter.
_Barlow._ Tee-hee! that's one on you, Bob.
_Yardsley_ (_obtuse_). Ha, ha! Yes. Why, of course! Ha, ha, ha! For repartee I have always said--polite repartee, of course--Miss Andrews is--(_Aside._) Now what the dickens did she mean by that?
_Dorothy._ I can't find it here. Let--me think. Where--can--it--be?
_Barlow_ (_striking thoughtful attitude_). Yes, where can it be? Let me do your thinking for you, Miss Dorothy. (_Then softly to her._) Always!
_Yardsley_ (_mocking BARLOW_). Yes! Let _me_ think! (_Points his finger at his forehead and assumes tragic attitude. Then stalks to the front of stage in manner of burlesque Hamlet._) Come, thought, come. Shed the glory of thy greatness full on me, and thus confound mine enemies. Where the deuce is that Gibson?
_Dorothy._ Oh, I remember. It's upstairs. I took it up with me last night. I'll ring for Jennie, and have her get it.
_Yardsley_ (_aside, and in consternation_). Jennie! Oh, thunder! I'd forgotten her. I do hope she remembers not to forget herself.
_Yardsley._ Nothing; only--ah--only that I thought it was very--very pleasant out.
_Yardsley_ (_indignantly_). Well, what of it? It's the truth. If you don't believe it, go outside and see for yourself.
[_JENNIE appears at the door in response to DOROTHY'S ring. She glances demurely at YARDSLEY, who tries to ignore her presence._
_Dorothy._ Jennie, go up to my room and look on the table in the corner, and bring me down the portfolio you will find there. The large brown one that belongs in the stand over there.
_Jennie_ (_dazed_). Yessum. And shall I be bringin' lemons with it?
_Jennie._ You always does have lemons with your tea, mum.
_Dorothy._ I didn't mention tea. I want you to get my portfolio from upstairs. It is on the table in the corner of my room.
_Jennie._ Oh, excuse me, mum. I didn't hear straight.
[_She casts a languishing glance at YARDSLEY and disappears._
_Yardsley_ (_noting the glance, presumably aside_). Confound that Jennie!
_Barlow_ (_overhearing YARDSLEY_). What's that? Confound that Jennie? Why say confound that Jennie? Why do you wish Jennie to be confounded?
_Yardsley_ (_nervously_). I didn't say that. I--ah--I merely said that--that Jennie appeared to be--ah--confounded.