I can't tell you now.
WILL. Waiting for him to come? [_Crosses, sits on seat_.
LAURA. Exactly.
WILL. Think he is going to make a proposition, eh?
LAURA. I know he is.
WILL. Marriage?
LAURA. Possibly.
WILL. You've tried that once, and taken the wrong end. Are you going
to play the same game again?
LAURA. Yes, but with a different card.
[_Picks up magazine off table_.
WILL. What's his name?
LAURA. Madison--John Madison.
[_Slowly turning pages of magazine_.
WILL. And his job?
LAURA. Reporter.
WILL. What are you going to live on,--the extra editions?
LAURA. No, we're young, there's plenty of time. I can work in the
meantime, and so can he; and then with his ability and my ability
it will only be a matter of a year or two when things will shape
themselves to make it possible.
WILL. Sounds well--a year off.
LAURA. If I thought you were going to make fun of me, Will, I
shouldn't have talked to you.
[_Throws down magazine, crosses to door of house_.
WILL. [_Crossing down in front of table_.] I don't want to make fun of
you, but you must realize that after two years it isn't an easy thing
to be dumped with so little ceremony. Maybe you have never given
me any credit for possessing the slightest feeling, but even I can
receive shocks from other sources than a break in the market.
LAURA. [_Crosses to_ WILL.] It isn't easy for me to do this. You've
been awfully kind, awfully considerate, but when I went to you it was
just with the understanding that we were to be pals.
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