W. Really, I fear she is ill.
Ralph. (Aside to W.) It is our presence that affects her.
W. (Starting.) No.
Ralph. Sure!
W. (To Miss B.) Do you feel better?
Miss B. I am all right now, thank you. (Rings bell.) Gentlemen, I’ll have you shown to the reception room where you can converse undisturbed.
W. (To Ralph.) I’ll send you a copy of, “The Man from Mattoon.”
Ralph. Thanks, I’ll send you a “Dead Canary.”
Enter William, R.