(Mary exits door lower R.)
Peale. (Crosses to arm-chair L.) You’re spoiling that girl. She used to be a good business woman. Now half the time, instead of using her brains she just sits and looks at you as if you were some marvellous antique work of art. (Sits)
(Ellery enters door upper R.)
Ellery. Hello, Rodney, mind if I come in?
Rodney. I’m very busy to-day, Mr. Clark.
Ellery. Oh, I suppose you are. Must take a lot of time to get up your advertisements.
Peale. (Rises, goes to Ellery and offers hand) You like ’em? I write ’em! My name’s Peale! (Goes back to chair L. Sits)
Ellery. (Turning from him, bored) How do you do? (Sits in arm-chair R.)
Rodney. What is it, Mr. Clark?
Ellery. You see, it’s like this, old top. I’ve been having rather a time with father lately—silly old man—insisted on the absurd idea of my going into business. Beastly bore.