Miss Woodward.
I’m sorry I can’t. I’ve promised. But—[with a look at Mrs. Parbury]—I don’t think that Mrs. Parbury’s reasons are adequate.
[Pause. Parbury is thoughtful.
Parbury.
[To Mrs. Parbury.] Have you anything more to say?
Mrs. Parbury.
I have only to repeat that it is quite impossible for Miss Woodward to stay.
Parbury.
Well, I have made up my mind that there is something very foolish under all this, and I shall not allow it to deprive me of Miss Woodward’s services. [Mrs. Parbury looks surprised.] I don’t mind saying in her presence that she is invaluable to me. I should never be able to replace her. [Sense of relief on Miss Woodward’s part.] Now, come. [Looking from one to the other.] What is it? A tiff—a stupid misunderstanding? Oh, you women, why will you fuss about little things? Make it up, do. Think of “The Roll of Ages.” Shake hands, cry, embrace, kiss, or whatever your pet method may be. Weep if you like, though personally I’d rather you didn’t. Anyway, as far as I am concerned, the incident is closed.
[He turns to go.