Martin. Mr. Peale, I like you. (Slaps him on shoulder)
Peale. Huh!
Martin. Have a cigar?
(Peale crosses R. He takes it as Johnson enters.)
Johnson. I just telephoned that party, he is at his office now.
Martin. Good, good. Peale, I’ve got to go out on an important soap deal. (He starts to go, then goes to Peale) Oh, by George, I nearly forgot. There’s another matter I must attend to first. Peale, you’ll find the Countess in there. Do the best you can—we’ll settle the details when I get back. Make yourself at home.
Peale. Sure. This cigar’s great company.
Martin. Good cigar, eh?
Peale. Corker.