Marie
It’s only our contempt for you, Mr. Williams, that finds us two together.
Grant
To be sure. I keep forgetting.
(Marie takes a cigarette out of the hand bag; Grant offers her a light.)
Permit me.
(She glares at him and refuses it. As she searches her hand bag for a match, a small pistol accidentally falls to the floor. Grant quickly picks it up and hands it to her. She replaces it. He offers her another light, which she sullenly accepts.)
Marie
I wouldn’t accept anything from you, only, in my haste, I forgot my matches. (She crosses one knee over the other and puffs.) Brr—it’s cold here.
Tom