HUSBAND. Until you have—I think we had better postpone conversations of this kind. Shake hands on that, Miss Rose!
ROSE. [With tears of anger] Never! Never! Oh, you!
HUSBAND. Are we not going to part as friends—we who have had so many pleasant days together during the gloomy winter and the slow spring?
WIFE. [Enters, carrying a tray with the coffee things on it; she seems embarrassed and pretends not to notice ROSE] I thought you might have time to drink a nice cup of coffee before you leave. [ROSE tries to take the tray away from her] No, my little girl, I can attend to this myself.
HUSBAND. [Watching his wife in a questioning and somewhat ironic manner] That was an excellent idea of yours....
WIFE. [Evading his glance] I am glad ... that....
ROSE. Perhaps I had better say good-bye now—to Mr. Brunner....
HUSBAND. So you mean to desert me now, Miss Rose....
ROSE. I suppose I must ... because ... your wife is angry with me.
WIFE. I? Why in the world....