LAURA. Is it good-bye?
JOHN. For a while, I suppose—it's good-bye.
LAURA. What do you mean by a while?
[LAURA turns JOHN'S face to her, looks at him searchingly.
JOHN. Until [Piano plays crescendo, then softens down.] I get money enough together, and am making enough to support you, then come and take you out of the show business and make you Mrs. Madison.
LAURA tightens her arm around his neck, her cheek goes close to his own, and all the wealth of affection the woman is capable of at times is shown. She seems more like a dainty little kitten purring close to its master. Her whole thought and idea seem to be centred on the man whom she professes to love.
LAURA. John, that is what I want above everything else.
JOHN. But, Laura, we must come to some distinct understanding before we start to make our plans. We're not children.
LAURA. No, we're not.
JOHN. Now in the first place [LAURA rises, crosses to centre.] we'll discuss you, and in the second place we'll discuss me. We'll keep nothing from each other [LAURA picks up cushions, places them on seat.], and we'll start out on this campaign [LAURA turns back to centre, facing audience.] of decency and honour, fully understanding its responsibilities, without a chance of a come-back on either side.