Countess. Oh, I suppose I’ve got to. Oh, I’m sick of soap anyhow. 13 may be a lucky hunch for you boys, but it has been a hoodoo for me.
Peale. And now, my little hearts of lettuce, this concludes your portion of the evening’s entertainment.
Countess. But at that, don’t give me away, will you?
Peale. I like you, you’ve got brains. Most chickens are just chickens.
Countess. You are 18-karat, kid.
(Mary, followed by Rodney, enters hurriedly and sees Peale.)
Rodney. Oh, have you seen father? Is he here?
Peale. I’m waiting for him now.
Mary. It’s most important.
Peale. You remember the Countess? (All bow embarrassed. Pause)