Hil. [C.] Oh, won’t you help me out of my trouble?
Dol. Help you? Of course I will! Who said I wouldn’t? Do you think I’ll stand by and see an innocent girl wronged in this manner? No! I’ll see this thing through, if it costs me a fortune! Oh, the villain! [Dollerclutch at desk, Hilda at table R. 2 E.]
Enter Coriolanus, D. R. 4 E., with lunch.
Cor. Your lunch, sir! [Puts it on desk.]
Dol. D—n the lunch! Get out!
Cor. I quicken! [Exit D. C. Hilda sobs. She picks up baby dress from table.]
Dol. [Down C.] What are you crying about?
Hil. I am so grateful to you, sir, for taking a poor girl’s trouble to heart.
Dol. Now, don’t you be deluding yourself with any such idea. This is business, I tell you; business. What do you know about business, I’d like to know?
Hil. I beg your pardon, sir!