Mack. Oh, it has come to that, has it? (Going, angry, L.)
Mary. (Aside.) He’s so fascinating when he is vexed a little. (Follows.) He’s irresistible. John!
Mack. (Turning.) She called me John. (To Mary, stiffly.) John! I think you are presuming, Miss.
Mary. I beg your pardon. May I not call you John?
Mack. (Drops eyes coquettishly.) You are so persistent.
Mary. Then I may call you John?
Mack. It’s so sudden! Give me time. I think I shall never marry.
Mary. Very well, if that is your decision, I—I—
Mack. (Alarmed.) Oh, I didn’t mean that.