Alma. (sits on sofa) I send the part? Does he imagine I’m the Parcels Post!
Ned. You won’t have to send it far. Miss Carlton’s living in this very house.
Alma. Which floor?
Ned. The attic.
Alma. (rises; crosses to Ned) That child play my part?
Ned. (rises) You’ve seen her?
Alma. No; I heard all about her from the landlady. She’s been here a week, and never left her room. I’d half a mind to ask her down here for a change of scene, but I shan’t now. (crosses to L.)
Ned. (crosses to Alma) Shall I take the part up to her?
Alma. Let her come down and fetch it.
Ned. You said she shouldn’t.