EILEEN (quickly). Oh, no! I'd be glad to get the practice. I wouldn't accept—— (She coughs slightly.)
MURRAY (with a laugh). Maybe, after you've read my stuff, you won't type it at any price.
MISS GILPIN. Miss Carmody, may I speak to you for a moment, please.
(She takes Eileen aside and talks to her in low tones of admonition. Eileen's face falls. She nods a horrified acquiescence. Miss Gilpin leaves her and goes into the office, rear.)
MURRAY (as Eileen comes back. Noticing her perturbation. Kindly). Well? Now, what's the trouble?
EILEEN (her lips trembling). She told me I mustn't forget to shield my mouth with my handkerchief when I cough.
MURRAY (consolingly). Yes, that's one of the rules, you know.
EILEEN (falteringly). She said they'd give me—a—cup to carry around—(She stops, shuddering.)
MURRAY (easily). It's not as horrible as it sounds. They're only little paste-board things you carry in your pocket.
EILEEN (as if speaking to herself). It's so horrible (She holds out her hand to Murray.) I'm to go to my room now. Good night, Mr. Murray.