Rodney. Let’s get one.
Peale. With furniture and everything. Say—(Mary enters from door lower R. Seeing her) There’s the dame; ask her to go to the theater, just to prove what I say. See for yourself. (He goes up-stage)
Rodney. (Turning to her) Oh, Mary, to celebrate, let’s go to the theater to-morrow night?
Mary. I’d love to.
Rodney. What do you want to see?
Mary. I hear “The Belle of Broadway” is very good.
(Peale yawns and stretches out his arms complacently.)
Peale. (To Rodney) I guess I don’t know about advertising, eh? (To Mary) My last official act is giving you a box for to-morrow night. (He writes)
Mary. Oh, yes, you’re with that play, aren’t you?