WILL. H'm-m. Romance?
LAURA. Yes, if you want to call it that,—romance.
WILL. Do I know him?
LAURA. How could you? You only came from New York to-day, and he has never been there.
He regards her with a rather amused, indulgent, almost paternal expression, in contrast to his big, bluff, physical personality, with his iron-gray hair and his bulldog expression. LAURA looks more girlish than ever. This is imperative in order to thoroughly understand the character.
WILL. How old is he?
LAURA. Twenty-seven. You're forty-five.
WILL. No, forty-six.
LAURA. Shall I tell you about him? Huh?
[Crosses to WILL, placing parasol on seat.