Martin. Let him get out of it—it’ll do him good. I’ve been a sentimental fool. I’ve made it all too easy for him. (Coming down R.)
Mary. But that’s your fault, too.
Martin. Yes it is, and I don’t propose to repeat the error. He’s lied to me all the way through. We’ll let him face the truth; now we’ll see what he’s made of.
(Rodney and Peale enter.)
Rodney. (Coming in) Well, we’re going to move. (Goes to desk and sits)
Peale. Yes, nice chap, that fellow. (Coming down R.)
Rodney. Well, Mary, have you heard about our deal?
Martin. The deal’s off.
Mary. But—(Sits in arm-chair L.)
Rodney. (Back of desk) Off!