Margaret. Mr. Pendleton says I'm as domestic as any wife could be. Were the others like me?
Mrs. Abbey. Most of them, ma'am, but some was regular hussies; not only a-livin' with their fellers—but havin' a good time, too. That's what I call real immoral.
[Bell rings. Mrs. Abbey opens door center and passes out. Conversation with Fenton without is heard. Mrs. Abbey comes back.]
Mrs. Abbey. A young man wants to see you, ma'am.
Margaret. That's the new model. I'll get my working apron.
[Exit Margaret, door right. Mrs. Abbey calls through door center.]
Mrs. Abbey. You c'n come in.
[Enter door left, Charles P. K. Fenton, dictionary salesman. He is a strikingly handsome young man, offensively smartly dressed in a black and white check suit, gaudy tie, and white socks. His hair is brushed back from his forehead like a glossy sheath. He carries a black bag. His manner is distinctly "male."]
Mrs. Abbey [points to screen]. You can undress behind there.
Fenton. Undress? Say, what's this? A Turkish bath?