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Raynor wishes the dog-cart sent to the station at five o'clock to meet Mr. Oberville. Footman. Very good, m'm. Shall I serve tea at the usual time, m'm? Isabel. Yes. That is, when Mr. Oberville arrives. Very good, m'm. Where are you going? Isabel. To my room now for a walk later. Warland. Later? It's past three already. Isabel. I've no engagement this afternoon. Warland. Oh, I didn't know.
It's as much for you that I want it Isabel. And almost as much for the butcher. Don't belittle the circle of your benevolence. Let me see Mr. Oberville is the first arrival; if you'll ring I will send word to the stable. I suppose you'll stay now? Warland. Stay? Isabel. Not go to Washington. I thought you spoke as if he could help you. Warland. He could settle the whole thing in five minutes.
Isabel. It's not for me to diminish your triumph. Warland. By Jove, I can't think why Mrs. Raynor didn't tell me he was coming. A man like that one doesn't take him for granted, like the piano- tuner! I wonder I didn't see it in the papers. Isabel. Is he grown such a great man? Warland. Oberville? Great? John Oberville?
You've been praising me for the last ten minutes and I find your style detestable. I would rather have you find fault with me like a friend than approve me like a dilettante. Isabel. A dilettante! The very word I wanted! Oberville. I am proud to have enriched so full a vocabulary. But I am still waiting for the word I want. You've no idea how much a beggar can buy with a penny! Isabel.
But he was to arrive long ago! What time is it? Footman. Only a quarter past five, m'm. Isabel. A quarter past five? I thought it was long after six. When Mr. Oberville arrives please give him his tea without waiting for me. I shall not be back till dinner-time. Footman. Very good, m'm. Here are some letters, m'm. You may send them up to my room. Footman.
Isabel. I know better now. Isn't all this chaff rather a waste of time between two old friends who haven't met for so many years? Oh, it's only a hors d'oeuvre the tuning of the instruments. I'm out of practise too. Oberville. Let us come to the grand air, then. What are you doing? Isabel. At this moment? You'll never guess. I'm trying to remember you. Oberville. To remember me? Isabel.
But now we are going to make up for lost time. Oberville bows and goes out. Isabel. Lucius... I think you'd better go to Washington, after all. I shall have a headache and stay at home. Oberville is a bad sailor. Warland advances demonstratively. It's time to go and dress. I think you said the black gown with spangles?
I used to climb to the thought of you, as people who live in a flat country mount the church steeple for a view. It's wonderful how much I used to see from there! And the air was so strong and pure! Oberville. And now? Isabel. Now I can fancy how delightful it must be to sit next to you at dinner. Oberville. You're unmerciful. Have I said anything to offend you? Isabel. Of course not. How absurd!
My mind is a store-room of obsolete information. Oberville. Why obsolete, since I am providing you with a use for it? Isabel. At any rate, it's open to question whether it was worth storing for that length of time. Especially as there must have been others more fitted by opportunity to undertake the duty. Oberville. The duty? Isabel. Of remembering how you like your tea.
Isabel. I have no intention of eloping. Warland. For tea, I mean? Isabel. I never take tea. The same drawing-room. Isabel enters from the lawn in hat and gloves. The tea-table is set out, and the footman just lighting the lamp under the kettle. Isabel. You may take the tea-things away. I never take tea. Footman. Very good, m'm. Oberville was to have tea? Isabel. Mr. Oberville?
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