Dick. (crosses to Alma) No play no pay. We’ve an agreement.
Alma. (crosses to Dick) We’ll have a disagreement. Mark my words, I play in Mr. Chetwynd’s piece or I don’t play at all.
Dick. What’s it about?
Alma. Never mind what it’s about. You’d better leave the whole thing in my hands. You know I shall have my own way in the end; so you may just as well let me have it at the beginning.
Dick. Settle it how you like. I must be off. (goes up, R.)
Alma. So must I, Ned. It’s time for me to bring Sir Humphrey. (crosses to L. Dick takes hat, puts it on)
Ned. (to Dick) Won’t you take the manuscript?
Dick. What for?
Ned. To read.