Will (groans). Go on!
Peggy. See now—it's the same scene—(begins to write, Will reading over her shoulder. Play-play begins to appear). Only Gladys is pouring tea—
Will. Isn't that just like her! Always pouring tea!
Peggy. Shut up! There's Jessie and Bob. Gladys has her very finest society manner—she wouldn't for the world let anyone think that she was excited by the telephone-message. (full light on Play-play)
Gladys. Well, Jessie, I have had a most enjoyable evening. But I must be going now.
Jessie. What? When Jack is coming?
Gladys. Oh, would Jack want to see me? Surely not! No, I must really go. (rises and starts to door). Good-bye!
Will. You're not going to have her go off?
Peggy. Wait! Let me write!
Jessie (rises, runs and stops Gladys). No, dear! Please wait!