MARGERY.
If you will let me call you “Mr. Gerald.”
[Embrace.
COLONEL [off, opens door L.].
Margery! where are you?
Re-enter L., just as Margery is withdrawing from Gerald’s arms, stands thunderstruck. Exit Margery, L.
GERALD.
It’s all right, uncle.
COLONEL.
All right, you call it? Look here, you young cub! None of your higher morality with Margery!