Gertie.

Then you choose her?

Marsh.

[Irritably.] I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Gertie.

I said you’d got to choose between us. Very well. Let her stay. I earned my living before, and I can earn it again. I’m going.

Marsh.

Don’t talk such nonsense.

Gertie.

You think I don’t mean it? D’you think I’m going to stay here and be put upon? Why should I?