Mrs. F. Oh, I do smoke a little but you really must not put that in, I—
Enter brusquely Susan Ann Brown, R.
Susan. Is this Mr. Greathead?
Mrs. F. (Jumping up.) Oh dear! What if she heard! She may think I smoke a pipe. Goodness me! (Runs out L.)
Susan. Is this Mr. Greathead?
Mr. G. It is madam, at your service.
Susan. I am Susan Ann Brown, author of “Winds that Sough in the Night,” the greatest novel of the day, 1,100 pages, 300,000 words.
Mr. G. To be sure. I’ll introduce you to Mr. Powers our “Reader.” He will examine your book.
Susan. I want Mr. Greathead to read it.
Mr. G. That is simply impossible. Have an engagement. Mr. Powers is next to me.