BETTY. He wants to play bridge.
WALTER. Don't you think that I—
BETTY.[Hearing HECTOR coming.] Sh.
[HECTOR comes in—she is idly tossing the cards about. HECTOR has put on a smoking-jacket—he comes in, very jolly, fussing around, rubbing his hands, so glad to be home. He sits, to the right of BETTY.
HECTOR. Now for a game!
[He seizes a pack, and spreads out the cards.
BETTY. [Leaning back.] Not sure that I want to play.
HECTOR. Don't be disagreeable, Betty! Why?
BETTY. [Listlessly, as she rises and moves across the room.] No fun, being three.
HECTOR. Good practice for you. Come on.