Ablett.
Thank you, sir; it is my glove, and you are no gentleman. [He withdraws.]
Tom.
True, Ablett—not even a Walking Gentleman.
Imogen.
Don't go on so, Wrench. What about your plays? Aren't you trying to write any plays just now?
Tom.
Trying! I am doing more than trying to write plays. I am writing plays. I have written plays.
Imogen.
Well?