Lucy. Ned! Ned! (pause) Can’t I speak to you a minute?
Ned. Can’t you speak to me? (crosses to Lucy, R.) What a question! Am I the Grand Turk—not to be approached?
Lucy. But I mean seriously.
Ned. What have you to be serious about? Doesn’t your new dress fit?
Lucy. It isn’t about dress. It’s about——
Enter Servant, R.
Serv. Mrs. Blake. (Lucy turns and goes down, R.)
Alma runs in, R. Exit Servant, R.
Alma. (running to Ned and wringing both his hands) Oh, Ned, you dear. I’m so happy. I could kiss you!
Ned. Don’t be shy. Lucy doesn’t mind.