Rodney. You’re a great pal.
Mary. (Crosses to Peale) Do you know, Mr. Peale, I’d like you awfully.
Peale. Call me Ambrose.
Mary. (Coyly goes to L.) Ambrose.
Rodney. If we ever do come out of this, you’re going to be my partner, 50-50.
Peale. Aw, shut up.
Johnson. (Entering) Mr. Charles Bronson; shall I show him in?
Peale. You have my permission—(Crosses to L. Mary crosses to table R.) This isn’t my house. (Bronson enters. Johnson exits) This way, sir.
Bronson. Oh, I beg pardon—I expected to find Mr. Martin.