May. He was well when you heard?
Mar. Oh, yes, beautiful——that is hearty——he wishes to be remembered to all my customers——my friends, I mean.
(Goes up to piano.)
Roy (coming to table). May, what are you doing?
May. Pinning him in a corner. You men are so afraid of each other. Woman’s curiosity knows no fear. We’ve found out one thing: he has a father.
Roy. Yes, and one other: he’s afraid of him. Did you notice his hesitation?
May. Yes. There’s some mystery about that father, which I mean to fathom.
Roy. But not now; give him time. You staggered him——after his boast, too. He didn’t strike out well. Come, let’s go into the garden. The young people want to be left alone. (Goes up.)
May (rising). Yes. I want you to look at my heliotropes; they’re just splendid! (Goes up and places arm in Roy’s.)