Mary. Oh, Mr. Martin!
Martin. And it’s worth $50,000 to me to have my boy really want to work, not just to do it to please me. What a difference an incentive makes! (Hands her the check)
Mary. (Smiling at check) Doesn’t it?
Martin. (Crosses to L.) Especially if it’s a girl. And to think I begged and threatened Rodney for months, and then you plan this scheme, you invent my gout, you rehearse me, you come up here for six short weeks and—Bing, you get him so he’s in love with you.
Mary. Or thinks he is.
Martin. But, say, what about your marriage? (Sits in chair L. of table)
Mary. He said he wouldn’t marry me till he’d made good—if I’d just wait. (Sits in chair R. of table)
Martin. (Anxiously) Do you think perhaps he may really love you?
Mary. Of course not.
Martin. It’s the first time he’s actually wanted to marry anybody.