Rachel (In wheedling tones): What were you thinking, John?
Strong (Slowly): I was thinking—(Breaks off).
Rachel (Irritably): Well?
Strong: I’ve changed my mind.
Rachel: You’re not going to tell me?
Strong: No.
(Mrs. Loving dressed for the street comes in).
Mrs. Loving: Goodbye, children. Rachel, don’t quarrel so much with John. Let me see—if I have my key. (Feels in her bag) Yes, I have it. I’ll be back shortly. Good-bye. (Strong and Rachel rise. He bows).
Rachel: Good-bye, Ma dear. Hurry back as soon as you can, won’t you? (Exit Mrs. Loving through the vestibule. Strong leans back again in his chair, and watches Rachel through half-closed eyes. Rachel sits in her chair nervously).
Strong: Do you mind, if I smoke?