Alma. I’ll get the part. (Exit, R.C.)
Dick. (coming down, C.) I thought she would. I’ve scored this time.
Ned. Have you considered what you’re doing, Dick?
Dick. (winks) Do you suppose I should talk in that way if I hadn’t found another woman? Catch a weazel!
Ned. Of course, I didn’t know that.
Dick. Blake did; saw it at a glance. That was what knocked her over. Clever woman! She’ll be a loss. (hat on sofa)
Ned. Irreparable.
Dick. Nothing’s irreparable in the female line. (crosses to R.)
Ned. Who is the other lady?