Will. I'm getting a beastly headache.
Peggy. Will, you know you oughtn't to work when your stomach has quit like this.
Will. Hang my stomach!
Peggy. But, dear—
Will. Why do authors have to have stomachs? They're never of any use.
Peggy. Listen, Will. You can't do good work when you're so tired.
Will. I can do good work! You'll see it's good. I've nearly finished the fourth act now. Come, read it—and forget about my stomach. (She moves over to him. The Play-play begins to appear.) The scene is Dad's drawing-room again. Jessie is there; she's worrying about Jack, and Bob is trying to comfort her. (Full light on Play-play.)
Bob. He's all right, Jessie. Anybody'd think he'd gone to war!
Jessie. He was never away for so long before.
Bob. Don't I seem a fairly healthy specimen, Jessie?