MISS FARREN. I've accepted an engagement—oh, I'm only to be a show-girl at first—but they believe I'll do well. They've been wanting me some time. And my fiancé has persuaded me.
HARVEY. [Collapsing utterly, dropping into the chair by the fire.]
Your—
MISS FARREN. [Gravely.] My fiancé—yes. He's one of the comic men there.
MRS. WESTERN. [Who has been watching them both with an unmoved face.]
I'll write a cheque for your salary, Miss Farren.
[She goes to the desk at back.
MISS FARREN. [Coquettishly, to HARVEY.] I ought to have told you, I know, Mr. Western. But it was so dull here—and you've been most awfully good to me. I can never be sufficiently grateful.
HARVEY. [With difficulty, his face turned away.] Don't mention it. And I hope you'll be happy.
MISS FARREN. [Lightly.] Thank you. I mean to try!
[MRS. WESTERN returns with a cheque which she hands to MISS
FARREN.
MRS. WESTERN. Here, Miss Farren.