MAMIE. Your wife? Some girl! She’s not the sort of first wife I’d pick out if I was going to be your second.
JOHN (spoken off). Why not?
MAMIE. Looks too darned healthy—I’d have to wait too long for you.
(Enter JOHN door R.)
JOHN. She’s come home unexpectedly.
MAMIE (jumps in terror, and makes a dive for vanity bag she has placed on table L.C.) Jack!
JOHN. Oh, it’s all right. She’s out just now.
MAMIE. Phew! You did give me a fright!
JOHN. But it’s true—she is home, all the same.