GUY. Well, little wife, how goes it?
RUTH (tensely). Guy, I want to talk to you.
GUY (sitting by fire, lightly). The sound of your voice is the sweetest thing on earth. I'm all attention.
RUTH. This is serious, Guy. I've tried before to talk to you about the factory. You stopped me then.
GUY (still lightly). Of course I did. I won't have you worrying your pretty head about the factory. Besides, think of your long-suffering husband. Don't you think I get all the business I can stand across the way there? (Waving hand towards window.) I want a change at home. Sit down and tell me what you think of The Corsair.
RUTH. No. You must listen to me, Guy. I won't be put off this time.
GUY (easily). Oh, well, if I'm in for it, I'm in for it. What's it all about?
RUTH. You saw mother here. She's been telling me things.
GUY. Really, Ruth, you can't expect me to take any notice of your mother's old wives' tales.
RUTH. You needn't notice them. But when I'm told you're in danger, I notice them.