Mrs. Parbury.
I thought I had a right to be where my husband was—that the privileges of a wife were at least equal to those of a secretary.
Parbury.
[In a low voice.] Hush, dear! [Turns to Miss Woodward, who has been a secret but attentive observer of the scene.] Miss Woodward, would you kindly run what we have done into type? We’ll finish presently.
[Miss Woodward rises, takes her notes, and crosses to door, L. At the screen she pauses a moment, shrugs her shoulders, and exits R.I.E.
[Parbury passes his arm round Mrs. Parbury.
Mrs. Parbury.
[Freeing herself.] Oh, no; you wished me to go, and I’m going.
Parbury.
It doesn’t matter now. [Grimly.] The article hasn’t a million to one chance of being finished this afternoon.