WILL. Yes, I did want you, but don't now. When I'm at home I have a man to look after me, and I get what I want.
LAURA. For heaven's sake, Will, have a little patience. If you like your man so well, you had better live at home, but don't come around here with a grouch and bulldoze everybody.
WILL. Don't think for a moment that there's much to come around here for. Annie, this room's stuffy.
ANNIE. Yassuh.
WILL. Draw those portières. Let those curtains up. [ANNIE lets up curtain.] Let's have a little light. Take away these clothes and hide them. Don't you know that a man doesn't want to see the next morning anything to remind him of the night before. Make the place look a little respectable.
In the meantime ANNIE scurries around, picking up the coat and vest, opera-cloak, &c., as rapidly as possible, and throwing them over her arm without any idea of order. It is very apparent that she is rather fearful of the anger of WILL while he is in this mood.
WILL. [Looking at her.] Be careful. You're not taking the wash off the line.
ANNIE. Yassuh. [Exit in confusion.
LAURA. [Laying down paper and looking at WILL.] Well, I must say you're rather amiable this morning.
WILL. I feel like hell.