Rodney. (Rodney gets very busy with papers and rubber-stamp) Sit down, won’t you? Be with you in just a minute.
Martin. (Drily) Thanks.
(Rodney very busy again with filing papers and opening and closing drawers. Martin looks at him in astonishment.)
Rodney. Have a cigar? (He abstractedly passes him a box)
Martin. Thanks—(He bites off end and lights it, and as he does so, Rodney again gets busy with similar business) Surprised to see me, I suppose?
Rodney. Not a bit. (He starts signing a contract. Martin, who has risen, attempts to glance at it, and as he does so, Rodney calmly turns it over and blots it. Martin turns away) There, that’s done! Now, father, what can I do for you?
Martin. Well, my boy—I just dropped in for a social call. The fact is, I’ve rather missed you.
Rodney. I’ve missed you too, father.
Martin. (Abruptly) Thought I’d have a look in and find out how things were going. (Sits in arm-chair R.)
Rodney. Fine—fine—everything’s breezing right along. Of course, I’m always glad to see you, but right now, father I’m pretty busy, so you’ll excuse me if—(He gets busy again with rubber-stamp)