Don't
I get a "Good-morning," or a "How-dy-do," or a something of that sort?
LAURA. I'm tired, Elfie, and blue--terribly blue.
ELFIE. [_Rises; crosses to_ LAURA.] Well now, you just brace up and
cut out all that emotional stuff. I came down to take you for a drive.
You'd like it; just through the park. Will you go?
LAURA. [_Going up stage._] Not this morning, dear; I'm expecting
somebody.
ELFIE. A man?
LAURA. [_Finding it almost impossible to suppress a smile._] No, a
gentleman.
ELFIE. Same thing. Do I know him?
LAURA. You've heard of him. [_At desk, looking at clock._
ELFIE. Well, don't be so mysterious. Who is he?
LAURA. What is your time, Elfie?
ELFIE. [_Looks at her watch._] Five minutes past eleven.
LAURA. Oh, I'm slow. I didn't know it was so late. Just excuse me,
won't you, while I get some clothes on. He may be here any moment.
Annie!
[_She goes up stage towards portieres._
ELFIE. Who?
LAURA. I'll tell you when I get dressed. Make yourself at home, won't
you, dear?
ELFIE. I'd sooner hear. What is the scandal anyway?
LAURA. [_As she goes out._] I'll tell you in a moment. Just as soon as
Annie gets through with me. [_Exit._
ELFIE. [_Gets candy-box off desk, crosses, sits on arm of sofa,
selecting candy. In a louder voice._] Do you know, Laura, I think I'll
go back on the stage.
LAURA. [_Off stage._] Yes?
ELFIE. Yes, I'm afraid I'll have to. I think I need a sort of a boost
to my popularity.
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