Peale. Gosh, I wish you were going to marry me!
Mary. Johnson, oh, Johnson, you know I’ve always liked you——
Johnson. I beg pardon, Miss?
Mary. Will you do me a favor?
Johnson. Why, yes, Miss.
Mary. When Mr. Martin comes back, don’t tell him that Rodney and Mr. Peale are here, or Bronson, either; say I’m alone.
Johnson. Yes, Miss, but Mr. Martin just drove up in his car, he’ll be here directly——
Mary. Hurry up, then, tell him I’m here, waiting for him.
(Johnson exits.)