[They are C. Mrs. Parbury takes his arm caressingly.
Mrs. Parbury.
But she is—believe me, she is. Of course, we don’t want to be hard on her, and she shall have a month’s salary and a strong recommendation.
Parbury.
[Disengaging his arm.] My dear Mabel, I absolutely refuse to act in the dark. I hate mysteries. If you care to tell me what all this bother is about, I’ll judge for myself what’s the right thing to do.
[Sits on sofa.
Mrs. Parbury.
I can’t—it’s impossible. There are some things that men can’t be trusted to know about. You must leave this matter to me.
[Sits next him.