Gertie.
No, I can’t. You’re a man, you don’t understand. If she won’t apologise, either she must go or I shall.
Marsh.
I can’t lose you, Gertie. What should I do without you?
Gertie.
I guess you know me well enough by now. When I say a thing I do it.
Norah.
Eddie.
Marsh.
[Ill at ease.] After all, she’s my wife. If it weren’t for her I should be hiring out now at forty dollars a month.