Rodney. (Bracing up) Well, I’ll just have to get it, that’s all, and you’ll be my secretary. Of course, till I make big money I wouldn’t ordinarily have thought of taking you away from father—but as long as he discharged you—well, you work for me now. What does father pay you?
Mary. Fifty dollars a week.
Rodney. I’ll pay you a hundred and fifty.
Mary. But you haven’t any money.
(Johnson enters from door upper L.)
Johnson. Beg pardon, Mr. Rodney, but Mr. Ambrose Peale is here to see you.
Mary. For the fifth time——
Rodney. (Puzzled) Ambrose Peale? Oh, yes, I remember. Ask him to come in.
Johnson. Yes, sir. (He exits door upper L.)
Mary. Who is he?