Mary. I like to hear you say that.
Peale. Now you’re talking. We’ll conduct the greatest campaign since George W. Advertising was a young man.
Miss Burke. (Entering with one letter from door upper R.) Here’s the morning mail. (Rodney takes letter, returns front of desk, Miss Burke exits R.)
Peale. Pretty heavy mail. (Coming down L. of Rodney)
Mary. I’ll bet it’s another bill. (Coming down R. of Rodney)
Rodney. Hurrah! Hurrah! It’s from the Countess.
Mary. What does she say?
Peale. (Grabbing letter, and looking at it) Oh, French stuff.
Rodney. She says she was delayed abroad, but that she’s due to-day on the Imperator or Rotter or whatever you call it, this morning, and that she’s coming to see us at eleven.
Mary. It’s half-past eleven now. Oh, dear.