MISS CAREY: Go back to your bed, Mr. Saltus. (With a look at
ANGELA.) There was a fire.
ANGELA: (Disgusted.) But Miss Carey—has—put—it—out.
(On word "out" she gestures him out of room and out of her life.
FRED closes door as he withdraws head.)
ANGELA: Oh Miss Carey, what an awful lollard that is. (There is a ring at bell.)
(Music commences sweet melody.)
MISS CAREY: (Knowing it is HARRY.) Open the door and see who it is.
(ANGELA opens the door—HARRY stands there in regimentals—handsome, young and dapper. ANGELA falls back in admiration.)
HARRY: Angela.
ANGELA: Oh, Harry darling!
MISS CAREY: He does look good!