Jerry
You seem so far off all of a sudden. To-night of all nights! Just when you’ve made your first real success!
Grant
(More testily)
Please. Please, Jerry. I won’t be able to write this if I have to think of anything else.
(He begins to write. He looks about the room showing he is describing it.)
“The scene is the living-room in a flat. The doorway from the public stairs opens immediately upon it without the intervening privacy of a small hallway....”
(He murmurs as he goes on, striking the keys very rapidly. She stands looking at him—hurt and wondering what it means: but he is absorbed. Then she slowly goes to the kerosene heater and lights it. She looks at him a moment.)
Jerry