Peggy. There, Will! Off in your local color again. I'll bet you the Policeman would have paid Jack's bill himself!
Will (irritably). Well, for God's sake, Peggy, what sort of a story would you leave me? Have I got to write cheap cheer-up stuff?
Peggy. Now don't be cross, dear.
Will. Well, I know—but——
Peggy (embraces him). Poor dear! He's working so hard and he does get cross with his critics. Hurry up, Bill, and get outside, or he'll snap your head off! Quick! Fly!
Bill (exit to fire-escape). Gee! I'm glad I ain't writing a play!
Peggy. Now, come on. I'm interested in this. Where were we?
Will. The scene is in the restaurant. Schmidt is on——
Peggy. I thought he went off!
Will. Well, there's no law to prevent his coming back, is there? (The Play-play begins to appear.) He's grumbling because he thinks Jack will eat too much. (Full light on Play-play. Peggy and Will make secret exit.)