HARRIET. Yes, indeed, Charles and I are inseparable. MAGGIE. I wonder. HARRIET. Do have another cake. MAGGIE [in relief]. Oh, yes. [Again her claws extend but do not touch the cake.] MARGARET [takes cake delicately]. I really shouldn't--after my big luncheon. John took me to the Ritz and we are invited to the Bedfords' for dinner--they have such a magnificent house near the drive--I really shouldn't, but the cakes are so good. MAGGIE. Starving! HARRIET [to MARGARET]. More tea? MAGGIE. Yes! MARGARET. No, thank you. How wonderfully life has arranged itself for you. Wealth, position, a happy marriage, every opportunity to enjoy all pleasures; beauty, art--how happy you must be. HETTY [in anguish]. Don't call me happy. I've never been happy since I gave up John. All these years without him--a future without him--no--no--I shall win him back--away from you--away from you---- HARRIET [does not see MAGGIE pointing to cream and MARGARET stealing some]. I sometimes think it is unfair for any one to be as happy as I am. Charles and I are just as much in love now as when we married. To me he is just the dearest man in the world. MAGGIE [passionately]. My John is. I love him so much I could die for him. I'm going through hunger and want to make him great and he loves me. He worships me! MARGARET [leisurely to HARRIET]. I should like to meet Mr. Goodrich. Bring him to our studio. John has some sketches to show. Not many, because all the portraits have been purchased by the subjects. He gets as much as four thousand dollars now. HETTY [to HARRIET]. Don't pay that much. HARRIET [to MARGARET]. As much as that? MARGARET. It is not really too much when one considers that John is in the foremost rank of artists to-day. A picture painted by him now will double and treble in value. MAGGIE. It's all a lie. He is growing weak with despair. HARRIET. Does he paint all day long? MAGGIE. No, he draws advertisements for our bread. MARGARET [to HARRIET]. When you and your husband come to see us, telephone first---- MAGGIE. Yes, so he can get the advertisements out of the way. MARGARET. Otherwise you might arrive while he has a sitter, and John refuses to let me disturb him then. HETTY. Make her ask for an order. HARRIET [to MARGARET]. Le Grange offered to paint me for a thousand. MARGARET. Louis Le Grange's reputation isn't worth more than that. HARRIET. Well, I've heard his work well mentioned. MAGGIE. Yes, he is doing splendid work. MARGARET. Oh, dear me, no. He is only praised by the masses. He is accepted not at all by artists themselves. HETTY [anxiously]. Must I really pay the full price? HARRIET. Le Grange thought I would make a good subject. MAGGIE [to MARGARET]. Let her fish for it. MARGARET. Of course you would. Why don't you let Le Grange paint you, if you trust him? HETTY. She doesn't seem anxious to have John do it. HARRIET. But if Le Grange isn't accepted by artists, it would be a waste of time to pose for him, wouldn't it?