Martin. Good.
Mary. (Goes to desk, takes note-book) Will you just write me a note stating the facts and the consideration?
Martin. You want it in writing? (Crosses to table R. and sits)
Mary. Certainly, it’s always safer that way. (He writes. As he writes) As soon as you see Rodney, you’ll have to discharge me.
Martin. I will, violently. I make a pretty good actor under your direction. How did you like that irate father stuff?
Mary. Great! You needn’t make the note long. Just a memorandum.
Martin. (Holding up paper) How’s that?
Mary. (Reading) I think that covers it—if you’ll sign it.
Martin. (Confused) Didn’t I sign it?