Mrs. Pencil [sadly, with foreign accent]. Ah, my dear—we were such close friends—since my arrival in this country——
Sud [aside]. You see, I had to make her a foreigner. A villainess always talks with a foreign accent.
Mrs. Pencil. I haven't had much time to read particulars about the strike. Does your father still refuse to arbitrate?
Miss Ivory [haughtily]. What right have brick-layers to make rules for my father? He would show his weakness if he gave in—I have faith that what he does is right.
Sud [to Wouldby]. The innocent heroine, so cool and pure and white.
[The right door opens and Inkwell enters—he starts as he sees Mrs. Pencil; there is a straight look of recognition between them which Miss Ivory does not see.]
Sud [aside]. That's a dramatic scene. Doesn't it thrill your spine?
Miss Ivory. Mrs. Pencil, may I introduce Mr. Inkwell—[Inkwell and Mrs. Pencil bow slightly.] Will you have a dish of tea?
Sud. Cup, cup of tea.
Miss Ivory. Dish; dish of tea, or I quit. [Pause.] Which is it?