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 Nora.

[At table, left.] I suppose he was too fond of asparagus and Strasbourg pâté, wasn't he?

Rank.

Yes; and truffles.

Nora.

Yes, truffles, to be sure. And oysters, I believe?

Rank.

Yes, oysters; oysters, of course.

Nora.

And then all the port and champagne! It's sad that all these good things should attack the spine.

Rank.

Especially when the luckless spine attacked never had any good of them.

Nora.

Ah, yes, that's the worst of it.

Rank.

[Looks at her searchingly.] H'm

Nora.

[A moment later.] Why did you smile?

Rank.

No; it was you that laughed.

Nora.

No; it was you that smiled, Dr. Rank.

Rank.

[Standing up.] I see you're deeper than I thought.