Mrs. D. I don’t believe he did. (Alma leaves Dick and goes to Susan, to whom she gives instructions in dumb show, leading her R. Tom approaches Dick, who’s dropped on sofa, wiping his forehead)
Tom. You got the worst of that, sir?
Dick. No, I didn’t. I never get the worst of anything. If she had played her cards well I’d have given her fifty.
Tom. Fifty?
Dick. She’s worth it.
Tom. Very glad to hear it. (turns off, L.)
Dick. (to himself, half following Tom) Why is he glad to hear it? (aside to Sir Humphrey) I say, who is that?
Sir H. Mrs. Blake’s husband.
Dick. (drops on to seat, C., at R. back) He’ll tell her! He’s telling her. (Tom and Alma laugh over it across the sofa) No matter. (coming down, C.; addressing Alma) I’ll take it out of you. I’ll change the bill continually. You shall have rehearsals morning, noon, and night. (Exit Susan, R.C.)
Ned. (down, L.) Oh, no, you won’t. You haven’t plays enough.