[Exit right.]
Sud. When you want to get a character out, you've got to get 'em out.
Mr. Inkwell [at right of table, to Mrs. Pencil]. You here!
Mrs. Pencil [at left of table]. Sch! I had to come! I couldn't live without you any longer——
Inkwell. But in this house?
Mrs. Pencil. I was her mother's friend.
Inkwell. You are indiscreet——
Mrs. Pencil. I was desperate for you! You kept putting me off—when I read about this strike I had to come.
Sud. Mrs. Pencil is the dreadful woman! A play can't exist without her——
Wouldby. You mean she was his——