Sud. Now, there's your line of "what is it?" I tucked it in there.
Miss Ivory [goes left to Mr. Ruler. Ivory is up center. Inkwell is right]. I can't keep my promise to you—Mr. Ruler—please don't ask for an explanation.
Ruler [excited, rushing up to Mr. Ivory]. What is it, Mr. Ivory?
Ivory [in despair, taking Ruler's arm for support]. Oh—I—am broken-hearted—she is going to marry Inkwell!
Ruler. No!—no!—not while I live!
Ivory. It must be! Come with me—I'll tell you—alone!
Ruler. Not while I live!
Sud [excitedly]. Mr. Ruler! Mr. Ruler! You go out too easily! Wait! I remember a precious line I cut out of one of my last year's plays. It is perfectly fresh! No novelty worn off and incontestably original! "I am coming back."
Ruler [deferentially Ruler writes the line]. I am coming back—yes, sir. I am coming back.
Sud. There is no, "yes, sir," in it.