Mary. Oh, are you an actor?
Peale. (Scornfully) An actor? I should say not. I’m a press-agent.
Mary. Oh!
Peale. But, say, be sure to catch that show; it may leave the city soon—out-of-town bookings, you know—but remember the name: “The Belle of Broadway.” And now if you’ll excuse me, Miss, I came to talk business with Mr. Martin.
Rodney. Business? Surely—surely. (Winking at Mary) I’m a business man—now.
Mary. I’ll be back in a few minutes.
Rodney. Thank you, Miss Grayson. (She exits door lower R.)
Peale. Now, I’m not much on handing myself flowers across the footlights, but do you happen to remember what I did for you the night of the egg fight?
Rodney. You fixed things with the chief of police and kept me from being expelled.
Peale. By George, you do remember. And you said any time you could do anything for me——