WILL enters. His dress is that of a man of business, the time being about February. He is well groomed and brings with him the impression of easy luxury.
WILL. [As he enters.] Hello, Laura.
There is an obvious embarrassment on the part of each of them. She rises, goes to him and extends her hand.
LAURA. I'm—I'm glad to see you, Will.
WILL. Thank you.
LAURA. Won't you sit down?
WILL. [Regaining his ease of manner.] Thank you again.
[Puts hat and cane at end of wardrobe; removes overcoat and places it on back of armchair; sits in armchair.
LAURA. [Sits right of table.] It's rather cold out, isn't it?
WILL. Just a bit sharp.