FENTON [_pushing her away in horror_]. I thought there was something queer about all this. Does he live here?
MARGARET. Yes. [_Points to door._] He"s in there now.
FENTON [_excitedly_]. Good night! I"m goin".
[_Looks for hat._]
MARGARET [_speaking with real anguish_]. You"re surely not going just on that account.
FENTON [_taking hat and bag_]. Isn"t that enough?
MARGARET [_emotionally_]. Please don"t go. Listen, I can"t suppress my feeling for you; I never do with anybody. I liked you the moment I saw you, I want you as a friend, a good friend. You can"t go now, just when everything"s about to begin.
FENTON [_severely_]. Fair"s fair, Miss. If he"s keeping you, you can"t be taking up with me at the same time. That puts the finish on it.
MARGARET. But he doesn"t keep me. I keep myself.
FENTON. Wait a minute. You support yourself, and live with him of your own free will. Then you"ve got no excuse for being immoral; "tisn"t like you had to make your living at it. [_At door._] Good-by.
MARGARET. But I can explain everything.
FENTON. It"s no use, Miss. Even though I am a salesman, I"ve got a sense of honor. I sized you up as a married woman when I came in just now, or I never would have made love to you at all.
MARGARET. Oh--wait! Supposing I should want to buy some more dictionaries.
FENTON [_returning_]. You"ve got my card, Miss. The "phone number is on it. Bryant 4253. [_Sees Margaret hang her head._] Don"t feel hurt, Miss.
You"ll get over these queer ideas some day, and when you do, well, you"ve got my number. So long, kid.
[_Exit Fenton, door, center._]
MARGARET [_taking his card from table and placing it to her lips soulfully_]. My Apollo, Bryant 4253!
PENDLETON. Did you get a good start with your scandal. [_Margaret hangs her head._] It"s no use; I"m convinced we"re in a hopeless muddle.
MARGARET. I heartily agree with you.
PENDLETON. You"ve changed your mind very suddenly.
MARGARET. I have my reasons.
PENDLETON. The fact is, Margaret, that so long as we live together we"re public figures, with everybody else as our jury.
MARGARET. But lots of people read your books and respect us.
PENDLETON. The people that respect us are worse than the people that don"t.
MARGARET. If they wouldn"t always be bothering about our morals!
PENDLETON. If we continue living together, we shall simply be giving up our freedom to prove we are free.
MARGARET [_faltering_]. I suppose we ought to separate.
PENDLETON. I believe we should.
MARGARET. We"ll have to give up the studio.
PENDLETON [_regretfully_]. Yes.
MARGARET. It"s taken a long time to make the place homelike.
PENDLETON. We"ve been very comfortable here.
MARGARET. I shall miss you at meals.
PENDLETON. I shall have to start eating at clubs and restaurants again, no more good home cooking.
MARGARET. We"re kind of used to one another, aren"t we?
PENDLETON. It isn"t an easy matter to break, after five years.
MARGARET. And there are mighty few studios with as good a light as this; I don"t want to separate if you don"t.
PENDLETON. But, Margaret. [_Piano starts playing wedding march._] There, that confounded piano again. [_Seized with an idea._] Margaret, there"s another way out!
MARGARET [_with same idea_]. You mean, we ought to marry!
PENDLETON. Yes, marry, and do it at once. That"ll end everything.
MARGARET. Let"s do it right away and get it over with; I simply must finish my Apollo.
PENDLETON. I"m going to buy you a new gown to get married in, a wedding present from Baroness de Meauville"s.
MARGARET. I don"t know that I want a De Meauville gown.
PENDLETON. Please let me. I want to give you something to symbolize our new life together.
MARGARET. Very well. And in return, I"ll buy you a dictionary, so that I won"t have to keep on correcting your spelling.
[_Exit Pendleton. Margaret goes to "phone, and consults Fenton"s card._]
MARGARET. Bryant 4253? Can I speak to Mr. Fenton? [_Enter Mrs. Abbey._]
Mrs. Abbey. What do you think? We"re going to get married!
MRS. ABBEY. Well, bless my soul! That"s right. You can take it from me, ma"am, you"ll find that respectability pays.
MARGARET [_at "phone_]. Bryant 4253? [_Sweetly._] Is that Mr. Fenton?
[_Pause._] h.e.l.lo, Charley!