Susan. No, I’ll be back in half an hour.
P. But what shall I say?
Susan. Nothing. I’ll do the talking. I was a book agent for five years.
P. Oh!
Susan. And I’ve been in New York before! Don’t forget that. And I’ve sold Greathead’s books. I guess I’m not afraid of him. (Exit, R.)
Miss B. (Drawing long breath.) Did you ever!
P. Regular cyclone! Electric motor, quick action.
Miss B. What will Mr. Greathead say to her?
P. Trust him. He was a life insurance agent before he was a publisher.
Enter Mr. Greathead, R.