Inkwell [he tries to choke her]. Don't yell so!
Mrs. Pencil [in ordinary tone]. I will yell!
Sud [delighted]. Of course, she will! Shriek good, Mrs. Pencil.
Mrs. Pencil [shrieks]. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!
Inkwell [they struggle. Grabs Mrs. Pencil to put his hand over her mouth]. Stop—! Stop!
Sud. Tussle! Tussle! The audience loves it!
[They fight.]
Wouldby. But what did Inkwell do?
Sud [talks fast over shoulder to Wouldby like a man in a fast auto talks to another passing]. Can't you tell. Haven't decided yet! Explanation in last act. No time now. Reaching climax of play. Keep it up! Keep it up!
Mrs. Pencil [yelling]. Oh! The treachery—perjury—You are not fit to live! I'll have my revenge—Revenge! Bing! Bang! [She grabs revolver from table and shoots Inkwell. He falls back and obligingly lies upon the table.] I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!