Domin. Good heavens, no. I say, try these pearls. (Crosses to R. of table L.C.)
Helena. Harry, have you had bad news?
Domin. On the contrary, no letters have arrived for a whole week.
Helena. Nor telegrams? (Coming into the room C.)
Domin. Nor telegrams.
Helena. What does that mean?
Domin. Holidays for us! We all sit in the office with our feet on the table and take a nap. No letters—no telegrams. Glorious!
Helena. Then you’ll stay with me today?
Domin. Certainly. (Embraces her) That is, we will see. Do you remember ten years ago today? (Crosses to L. of table L.C.) Miss Glory, it’s a great honor to welcome you. (They assume the same positions as when they first met ten years before in Domin’s office.)