VIDA. [_To_ JOHN.] See you next Derby, Jack! [_Walking to the door. To_ SIR WILFRID.] Come along, Wilfrid! We really ought to be going. [_To_ CYNTHIA.] I hope, dear, you haven't married him! Phillimore's a tomb! Good-bye, Cynthia--I'm so happy! [_As she goes._] Just think of the silly people, dear, that only have this sensation once in a lifetime! [JOHN _follows_ VIDA _out the door._ SIR WILFRID. [_To_ CYNTHIA.] Good-bye, Mrs. Karslake. And I say, ye know, if you have married that dull old Phillimore fellah, why, when you've divorced him, come over and stay at Traynham! I mean, of course, ye know, bring your new husband. There'll be lots o' horses to show you, and a whole covey of jolly little Cates-Darbys. Mind you come! [_With real delicacy of feeling and forgetting his wife._] Never liked a woman as much in my life as I did you! VIDA. [_Outside; calling him._] Wilfrid, dear! SIR WILFRID. [_Loyal to the woman who has caught him._] --except the one that's calling me! JOHN _returns, and_ SIR WILFRID, _nodding to him, goes out._ JOHN _shuts the door and crosses the room. There is a pause._ CYNTHIA. So you're not married? JOHN. No. But I know that you imagined I was. CYNTHIA. [_After a pause._] I suppose you think a woman has no right to divorce a man--and still continue to feel a keen interest in his affairs? JOHN. Well, I'm not so sure about that, but I don't quite see how-- CYNTHIA. A woman can be divorced--and still-- [JOHN _assents; she hides her embarrassment._] Well, my dear Karslake, you've a long life before you, in which to learn how such a state of mind is possible! So I won't stop to explain. Will you be kind enough to get me a cab? [_She moves to the door._ JOHN. Certainly. I was going to say I am not surprised at your feeling an interest in me. I'm only astonished that, having actually married Phillimore, you come here-- CYNTHIA. [_Indignantly._] I'm not married to him! JOHN. [_Silent for a moment._] I left you on the brink--made me feel a little uncertain. CYNTHIA. [_In a matter of course tone._] I changed my mind--that's all. JOHN. [_Taking his tone from her._] Of course. [_After an interval._] Are you going to marry him? CYNTHIA. I don't know. JOHN. Does he know you-- CYNTHIA. I told him I was coming here. JOHN. Oh! He'll turn up here, then--eh? [CYNTHIA _is silent._] And you'll go back with him, I suppose? CYNTHIA. [_Talking at random._] Oh--yes--I suppose so. I--I haven't thought much about it. JOHN. [_Changing his tone._] Well, sit down; do. Till he comes--talk it over. [_He places the armchair more comfortably for her._] This is a more comfortable chair! CYNTHIA. [_Shamefacedly._] You never liked me to sit in that one! JOHN. Oh, well--it's different now. [CYNTHIA _moves and sits down, near the upset chair. There is a long pause, during which_ JOHN _thoughtfully paces the room._] You don't mind if I smoke? CYNTHIA. [_Shaking her head._] No.