TED. Kate ...
KATE. You said you wanted a job. I believed you. I asked for a job; any kind of a job that a man who had never worked could do. And I got one. [To TIPPY.] But he doesn't want it. It's not because of the uniform. It's because it's a job! [She has turned her back on TED. He quietly takes his new hat and coat and sneaks out. She turns as she hears the door.] He's gone. [Pause.] I never talked like that to him before. [With sudden fright.] Where's he going?--Ted! Ted! [She runs out after him.]
[TIPPY follows to the door which she leaves open. An elderly, richly-dressed spinster, whom KATE has nearly knocked down as she fled, stalks into the room. She glowers at TIPPY.]
MISS DONOVAN. So that's the kind of a place this is! [She stalks about and glares at everything.]
TIPPY. [Closing door.] Good evening, Miss Donovan.
MISS DONOVAN. Irresponsible people! Wild and irresponsible people! To think that I trusted Itzy to wild, irresponsible people.
TIPPY. My dear Miss Donovan, the distresses of my personal guests have nothing to do with my professional work.
MISS DONOVAN. Guests! Was it your guests who brought Itzy home?
TIPPY. Surely there is nothing wrong with Itzy?
MISS DONOVAN. Nothing wrong! [Portentously.] Itzy is sneezing! He has a cold!