Mary Margaret
I will. [She gathers them up, and, returning L. C., looks apprehensively at Goodkind] You call ... if you want me! [Exits]
Goodkind
[Hesitates. Doesn't know how to begin. Takes cigars from his pocket]: Smoke?
Daniel
Thanks. [Showing his pipe] I'll stick to my old friend. [He sits.]
Goodkind
How are things with you?
Daniel