Mrs. Parbury.
I’m not interrupting, am I, darling?
Parbury.
[Concealing his irritation.] No, darling, but——
Mrs. Parbury.
I’ll be ever so quiet. [Comes to couch, sits L.]
Parbury.
Yes, I know, dear—but, I fear—I fear you’ll be rather bored. I’m dictating an article that must be finished this afternoon——
Mrs. Parbury.
Oh, I shall like it! Go on as if I were not in the room. But oh, how tumbled your hair is. [Rises, goes to him.] I must put it straight. Then you’ll be able to think better. There! Now I can see his clever forehead again! [Goes to couch and sits.]