Will. Stop, I say! (Gladys stops, stands dazed and helpless.)
Peggy. Why can't you give me a chance to write?
Will. I can't stand it, I tell you!
Peggy. But I want to show you how it would go.
Will. I don't want to see it! I won't read such things!
Peggy. But if I'm to have Gladys at all—
Will. You can't have her! She's got no business in my play! (He leaps up in fury.) To hell with her, I say—to hell with her! (Gladys turns and flees off with a scream; the Play-play fades.)
Peggy. Will, dear, why must you be so unreasonable?
Will. Now see, do you want to read what I've written, or don't you?
Peggy. Yes, dear, of course.