VAN. (taking it) Are there any more—half a dozen, I suppose, more or less—(reading letter) So, so! A flowery composition—
Enter FASTMAN, C. D. from L.
FAST. (seeing VANDYKE) Botheration! There’s somebody here! (down, R.) Well, did you give her my letter?
REBECCA. (C., indignantly) No, sir, I gave it to her husband!
FAST. (aside) To Bobbins? No, you can’t have played me such a trick!
REBECCA. Don’t whisper, Mr. Fastman—I don’t want your secrets; I tell you I gave the letter to this gentleman.
(pointing to VANDYKE, and going up, C.
FAST. (aside) What could induce you? Who on earth is he?
VAN. (with forced calmness) Come here, Fastman. (they meet in C.)
FAST. (R., astonished) Fastman!