[_Piano motif of temper and hunger plus wailing disappointment._] HUGH. Woman! I’d like you to get me some supper, and get it P. D. Q. [_Masterful chord accompaniment on piano._] GLADYS. [_Getting herself to sitting posture with astonishment._] Me! Why? HUGH. Why? Because I’m hungry, that’s why— GLADYS. [_Cooingly._] How funny! Hughie! Has the Oriental gone to bed? HUGH. Probably—at two o’clock in the morning! [_Piano begins to wail._] GLADYS. No! Is it? And I’ve got to learn that part for eleven-o’clock rehearsal tomorrow morning. Golly! Where’d I put it, anyhow? [_Searches about, making the general untidiness worse. Finds MS. and curls herself up like a cat to study. Hunger motif rises again on piano._] Shut up, will you? HUGH. [_Playing more softly and looking up at her once or twice, opening his mouth as if to speak, then playing again, finally ending with a bang._] Why in thunder don’t you get me my supper? [_Seeing she isn’t listening, he gets up and crosses to her. She glances up vaguely, but hardly hears, as she is absorbed in learning her lines._] Please pay attention to me! Your little Hughie! Please! GLADYS. Oh Hugh, this is a lovely part! I’ll be great in it—listen—[_Recites, then stumbles, then goes on mumbling the lines. HUGH takes the MS. out of her hands and casts it aside—then proceeds to make love to her._] HUGH. Oh come on now, be a good fellow. There’s a duck! Get me something to eat. You know how I love you. Please! [_He lays himself down by the low couch and puts his head in her lap, closes his eyes with a rapt smile, murmuring “Beloved.” GLADYS twirls his hair in her fingers gracefully. He catches and kisses her fingers. Then, seeing his eyes are closed, she craftily reaches for her lines, while she continues petting him absent-mindedly with the free hand._] GLADYS. Old Silly! HUGH. [_With his eyes closed._] Gladys, I’m very happy, very, very happy, but oh I’m so hungry! Don’t let my love die of starvation. Don’t! Won’t you please get me some supper? GLADYS. In a minute! In a minute! This is so puzzling. [_Goes on murmuring lines and gesticulating. Finally she pats him so vaguely that she is patting his nose._] HUGH. [_Opening his eyes._] Good God—what are you doing? GLADYS. Learning my part. I have to, don’t I? HUGH. Learning your part! Ye gods! She’s learning her part while I starve! Oh I’m so hungry! Hungry for love—hungry for my supper! [_He dashes to the piano and plays starvation motif. Then there steals in the motif of passionate pain, begging, pleading, imploring. A wild medley follows, crescendo furioso. After a few ineffectual efforts to make him stop GLADYS puts down her MS. and listens judicially. Finally the music stops in some Dubussy chords. One seems to expect it to glide into another movement, but it doesn’t._] GLADYS. [_Regarding him with her head cocked and the cigarette bobbing from her lips._]