HARRY: (Outside.) I want my wife.
ANGELA: (Pleading.) Oh, Miss Carey, the poor man wants his wife— tell him I'm not here.
MISS CAREY: (Jumping up—to FRED.) You go to your room, Mr. Saltus—I'll bet you were afraid to open the door. (FRED goes to his room.) And you go into my bed—if he sees you, I'll never get any sleep.
ANGELA: Don't hurt my Harry's feelings, Miss Carey—he's awfully sensitive. (She goes behind curtains.)
MISS CAREY: No, I won't hurt his feelings—(Opening door fiercely for HARRY.) What do you want?
HARRY: (Pushing her aside as he rushes in.) My wife—she's in here.
MISS CAREY: (Following him down.) She's not here—and you get out—what do you mean by waking me up at this hour?
HARRY: I've waked up everybody else in the building—why should you sleep?
MISS CAREY: I've never seen you before, but now that I have, I don't wonder your wife left you.
HARRY: Madam, you look like a woman who could sympathize with a man.