[_Jumping up, and speaking volubly, excitedly, boisterously._] Suppose that wire don’t find Emily, and she doesn’t meet me at the Nord to-morrow night. Ugh! cheerful! She may be dead, No, no; not Emily. Poor old Emily! Be sure you look me up if you _should_ pass through. Rue Poissonnière, 18. You’re bound to be rambling soon. How lucky a man is! Does just as he chooses. Good chap, So-and-so—awfully rackety—but the world would be a dooced deal livelier if there were more like him! That’s what they all say of a man!... phew!... [_As she rattles on, she takes off her bonnet and clears her hair from her brow._] But a woman! Well, look at _me_. Not that anybody _will_ look at me, in Paris or elsewhere. I used to know several smart people in Paris! Now! Oh, my stars, won’t they stalk distant objects when they see me coming along! [_Angrily._] Ah, a gay time I shall have of it, shut up with Emily Graveney, with her red nose, and her poor, narrow chest, and her perpetual sniffle! [_She flings away her cigarette. Her hair is disordered, her breath comes quickly, there is a wild look in her eyes. Her bonnet falls to the floor. He paces the room distractedly._] By Jove, I won’t have a dull time though! I shall only hang out with Emily long enough just to turn round. Then I’ll take a little _appartement_ of my own. Uncle Fletcher will make me an allowance; I won’t touch a penny of—puh—_his_ money. I’ll let the world see how happy I am without the character I’ve been robbed of! Yes, robbed of! [_Laughing noisily._] Ha, ha, ha! [_Snapping her fingers._] Pish! I shall burst out laughing in the face of the whole world, Jack—put my tongue out at the world, your wife, my husband! After the solemn farce we’ve all gone through. [_Between her teeth._] Y—y—yes, they shall have a pretty picture in their minds of _me_, t’other side of the Channel, with my finger to my nose like a cheeky urchin! Oh, my heavens, how I hate ’em—hate ’em—hate ’em! JOHN. Mrs. Fraser——! Mrs. Fraser——! THEOPHILA. Oh, the devilish injustice of it! To think that we’re still married, Jack—you and I! Hah! the mockery! To think that we wander about the world still with our owner’s marks branded upon us! Ha, ha! I believe I’ve an “F” branded upon my shoulder—burnt in! [_Running to him._] Oh, I won’t bear it! I can’t bear it! JOHN. Hush, hush! THEOPHILA. I shall go mad if I can’t pay out that wife of yours! [_Shrilly._] She’s ruined me! I will be even with her! JOHN. Hush——! THEOPHILA. And with _him_!—that fish!—that cold, flapping fish! [_Clinging to him, suddenly._] Jack——! I wouldn’t bore you! I wouldn’t bore you, Jack——! JOHN. Bore me! THEOPHILA. Ah-h-h-h! take me away! Let’s you and I go together——!