[Resumes his writing. A peal of laughter behind the curtains, and Margery’s head reappears, laughing. Gerald throws down his pen.
MARGERY [running in].
Did I startle you?
GERALD.
Not much; I’m getting used to it.
MARGERY.
Well, don’t be cross!
GERALD.
I’m not cross, dear; but these repeated interludes make composition rather difficult.