Dick. I don’t read plays, sir; I produce ’em.
Ned. But if you did read them——
Dick. Then I shouldn’t produce ’em.
Alma. I’ve read it, Mr. Dick, and it’ll do for me.
Dick. Do for me, too, I expect. All you’ve read is your part.
Alma. My part’s the play.
Dick. I thought as much. Good evening. (Exit, R.)
Alma. Ned, it might please Sir Humphrey if you met him. Won’t you come with me? (going up, C.)
Re-enter Lucy, R.
Ned. Go with you? With pleasure.