Rodney. He’s got something to do with the theater. When I was in Harvard two years ago I met him one night in the lobby of the theater. I haven’t seen him since—it was the night we had our egg fight.
Mary. You and Mr. Peale?
Rodney. No, no, the fellows threw eggs at the people on the stage. You see, it was a college play——
Mary. Did you throw eggs?
Rodney. I forgot to bring any. Peale was the manager of the show and was mighty decent to me—kept me out of jail.
(Peale enters from door upper L.)
Peale. Well, well, Rodney Martin, how are you? (To Mary) How are you, dear lady?
Rodney. How do you do? Miss Grayson—Mr. Ambrose Peale.
Peale. Ambrose Peale—that’s me absolutely. Well, I’m still in the show business. (To Mary) Ever see “The Belle of Broadway”? Great show, great girls, great cast.