(Freda pushes Vanderlip into easy chair near stove, runs to couch at right for cushion, which she puts behind his head, pressing his shoulders and head back upon it. She places fur-covered footstool under his feet. He has not relaxed himself, and in his stiff acceptance of comforts makes a ridiculous appearance.)
FREDA
(Giving cushion behind head a last pat.) And now you may smoke.
(Maid goes out to right.)
(Vanderlip rolls head back and forth on cushion. His hand searches for watch, which he draws forth from pocket. But before he can look at it Freda's hand covers the face of it.)
FREDA
Oh my! My! What a busy man it is!
(Maid enters with cigar-box on tray. Vanderlip takes a cigar, and while he examines it critically Freda puts watch back in his pocket.)
VANDERLIP
(Biting off end of cigar.)