Goodbye, Randy.... I know you don’t mean to be like this.
[Dillings pauses a second, then he bows stiffly, turns, and, ignoring Jack, goes. After he has passed, Jack in solemn mockery tips his hat.]
Jack
[To Mary]. That’s that Randolph Dillings, isn’t it? I don’t think he likes me. Maybe he thinks I wear these clothes on the street.
Mary
He’s an old friend of mine. Fearfully rich and awfully nice, but old-fashioned.
Jack
Is he in the show business?
Mary
He was.