MRS. HOWARD: I'll not let you pay him!
FALLON: I'm not going to! I'm going to give him just what's coming to him. Tell him, it'll be all right.
MRS. HOWARD: (To 'phone.) He says to tell you, it'll be all right. The room is 210 on the third floor. In ten minutes, yes. (She rises.)
FALLON: Now, then, you go back to Tom and get dinner ready. Don't forget I'm coming to dinner. And the children must come to dinner, too. We'll have a happy, good old-time reunion.
MRS. HOWARD: (With hand on door knob of door left.) Dick, how can
I thank you?
FALLON: Don't let me catch you trying.
MRS. HOWARD: God bless you, Dick. (With a sudden hope.) And you really believe you can make him go?
FALLON: Don't worry! I'm sure of it.
MRS. HOWARD: And, you think he won't come back?
FALLON: (After a pause, gravely.) I know he won't come back.