JUDITH. Can I borrow your wrench?
ALLAN. [Without looking up] No, you cannot.
JUDITH. You are discourteous now, because you think I am running after you.
ALLAN. [Without crossness] I am nothing at all, but I ask merely to be left alone.
JUDITH. [Comes nearer] Allan!
ALLAN. Yes, what is it?
JUDITH. You mustn't be angry with me!
ALLAN. I am not.
JUDITH. Will you give me your hand on that?
ALLAN. [Kindly] I don't want to shake hands with you, but I am not angry—What do you want with me anyhow?