Martin. What’s your proposition, then?
Mary. (Promptly) My present salary doubled.
Martin. Um—that’s pretty steep.
Mary. You told me what I’d done already was worth $50,000 to you.
Martin. Merely a figure of speech, my dear. Let’s see, you’re getting $40 a week, and....
Mary. $50, and I want $100.
Martin. Sounds like a hold-up. (Crosses R.)
Mary. Then let’s drop it. This new contract was your idea, not mine. Good-evening. (She starts to go, gets to door, which she bangs as if she had gone. She remains however in the room)
Martin. Hold on—hold on—(He turns and sees her, and then chuckles at her joke on him. She laughs, too) I was simply figuring. Tell you what I’ll do: $75 a week and 10 per cent of what Rodney makes.
Mary. Seventy-five a week and 10 per cent of what he makes? All right, I’ll go you.