LEONARD. And, look here! My mother’s talking about having missed a photograph—my photograph. You’ve never, surely—
MARY. Yes, I took it.
LEONARD. Oh! but that’s madness.
MARY. I thought I had a right to it.
LEONARD. Well, get away, that’s a good girl. We’ll talk about things again.
MARY. How can you go away? Why are you packing your bag?
LEONARD. You’ve been spying in my room.
MARY. You know I have to go into your room.
LEONARD. Of course. I beg your pardon. Yes, I am going away for two days.
MARY. There were ten shirts laid out.