DOROTHY. I want to show you something.

PHILIP. [Reading] Bring it in here.

DOROTHY. All right, darling.

[She takes a last look at the cape in the mirror. She is very beautiful in it, and there is nothing wrong with the neck. She comes in the door wearing the cape very proudly, and turns with it, wearing it very gracefully and elegantly as a model would]

PHILIP. Where did you get that?

DOROTHY. I bought it, darling.

PHILIP. What with?

DOROTHY. Pesetas.

PHILIP. [Coldly] Very pretty.

DOROTHY. Don’t you like it?

PHILIP. [Still staring at the cape] Very pretty.

DOROTHY. What’s the matter, Philip?

PHILIP. Nothing.

DOROTHY. Don’t you want me to have anything nice-looking?

PHILIP. That’s absolutely your affair.

DOROTHY. But, darling. It’s so cheap. The foxes only cost twelve hundred pesetas apiece.

PHILIP. That’s one hundred and twenty days’ pay for a man in the brigades. Let’s see. That’s four months. I don’t believe I know any one who’s been out four months without being hit—or killed.

DOROTHY. But, Philip, it doesn’t have anything to do with the brigades. I bought pesetas at fifty to the dollar in Paris.

PHILIP. [Coldly] Really?

DOROTHY. Yes, darling. And why shouldn’t I buy foxes if I want to? Some one has to buy them. They’re there to be sold, and they come to less than twenty-two dollars a skin.

PHILIP. Marvellous, isn’t it? How many foxes are there?

DOROTHY. About twelve. Oh, Philip, don’t be cross.

PHILIP. You’re doing quite well out of the war, aren’t you? How did you smuggle your pesetas in?

DOROTHY. In a tin of Mum.

PHILIP. Mum, oh, yes, Mum. Mum’s the word. And did the Mum take all the odor off them?

DOROTHY. Philip, you’re acting frightfully moral!

PHILIP. I suppose I am frightfully moral, economically. I don’t think even Mum, or what’s the other lovely thing ladies use, Amolin is it?, would take the taint off those Black Bourse pesetas.

DOROTHY. If you’re going to be unpleasant about it, I’ll leave you.

PHILIP. Good!

[DOROTHY starts out of the room, but turns at the door pleadingly]

DOROTHY. But don’t be unpleasant about it. Just be reasonable, and be pleased that I have such a lovely cape. Do you know what I was doing when you came in? I was thinking what we could do at just this time of day in Paris.

PHILIP. Paris?

DOROTHY. It will just be getting dark, and I meet you at the Ritz bar, and I’m wearing this cape. I’m sitting there waiting for you. You come in wearing a double-breasted guardsman’s overcoat, very close fitting, a bowler hat, and you’re carrying a stick.