Jerry [to Charlotte]. That’s right. Make a fool of me in front of all your relations! [In his excitement he bangs down his paper upon a chair.]
Charlotte. I haven’t said one word—not one single solitary word—have I, Doris?
Jerry goes out hastily—without his paper!
Did I say one word, Doris? I’ll leave it to you. Did I say one single word to bring down all that uproar on my head? To have him swear at me?
Jerry, crimson in the face, comes in, snatches up his forgotten paper, and rushes wildly out again.
He’s been nagging at me all evening. He said I kept him from doing everything he wanted to. And you know very well, Doris, he’d have been a postman if it hadn’t been for me. He said he wished I was dead.
It seems to me it was Charlotte who wished Jerry was dead!
He said he could get a better wife than me for thirty dollars a week.
Doris [fascinated]. Did he really? Where did he say he could get her?