Jack
[He has been listening to them while chatting with Carter, and now moves down]. Excuse me, Mr. Lee. Could I see you just a minute?... Don’t blame this kid. Anything she slipped over on you was my fault. She—well I saw her in the waiting room—and she looked kind of bashful, poor kid—so I told her to tell you she had been in the “Follies.” I know you and Ziegfeld aren’t talking, so you’d never find out!
Lee
Well, I’ll be damned!
Jack
[A master of the tempo of kidding, he moves hastily toward the stricken Miss Glynn and whispers to her. Her face lights up as she runs off the stage happily. Crescendo, Jack turns to Lee]. That’s all right, Mr. Lee. She forgives you! She isn’t mad at you at all! [Jack doubles up with a grimace of mock humility, and Lee succumbs. He laughs.]
Lee
You better not let Miss Dale catch you doing favors for little girls.
[Jack grins and strolls across the stage, watching the electrician who is playing with lighting effects.]
Mary