LILY enters.
. . . I don’t think I can wait for you, after all, Charley.
CHARLEY. Don’t trouble.
MAGGIE. Good-bye.
She goes.
LILY. You didn’t open your letters, dear.
CHARLEY. What are they?
LILY. [tearing one open.] About the new lodger—very quick replies. . . .
CHARLEY. [hastily.] Oh, leave them over.
LILY. Ready?