Harry, does this mean that you’re going to be in a terrible fix for money? LEE I’m always in a terrible fix for money. But I’m going to put this show through with what I’ve got if it breaks me. MARY Harry—you’re a darling. LEE No—just a business man. [JACK _is heard singing and talking off-stage._] MARY There’s Jack now. Do you want to meet him? Jack! Yoo-hoo! DILLINGS No. [_But_ JACK _is already entering—in comedy costume._] JACK How do you like these clothes, Mr. Lee? Don’t you think I look just like a manager? How’s this “Between the Acts”? [_Shows a huge comedy cigar._] Long acts. MARY Jack, I want you to meet Mr. Randolph Dillings. Randy, this is Mr. Jack Robin. JACK [_Cordially_]. How are you, Mr. Dillings? DILLINGS [_Coldly_]. How do you do? [_There is a pause._] JACK Beautiful day for the opening of the new show, isn’t it? [_There is a dead silence. It is not that_ DILLINGS _wishes to snub_ JACK, _but that he is furious and confused at the situation he has been forced into, and he does not quite know what to say._ JACK _turns to_ MARY _and murmurs out of the corner of his mouth._] What’s the matter with this guy? [_Pause—to_ DILLINGS.] I say, it’s a beautiful day. MARY [_Mischievously_]. Yes, Jack, it is a beautiful day. JACK Thank God, THAT’S settled! [_There is another silence, then_ JACK _turns, good-humoredly, to_ DILLINGS. _He is like a healthy puppy wishing to make friends._] I feel that I have known you a long time, Mr. Dillings. Mary has spoken of you very often and any friend of Mary’s is a friend of mine.... DILLINGS [_To_ MARY]. Well, I must be going. Goodbye, Mary. [JACK _realizes clearly now that he has been snubbed. With a hurt expression he backs out of the scene and sits on the trunk._] LEE Will I see you again, Randy? DILLINGS I’m sorry—I’m afraid I won’t have time to see you again, Harry. LEE [_Also snubbed_]. Very well. [_He goes._] MARY Goodbye, Randy.... I know you don’t mean to be like this. [DILLINGS _pauses a second, then he bows stiffly, turns, and, ignoring_ JACK, _goes. After he has passed,_ JACK _in solemn mockery tips his hat._] JACK [_To_ MARY]. That’s that Randolph Dillings, isn’t it? I don’t think he likes me. Maybe he thinks I wear these clothes on the street. MARY He’s an old friend of mine. Fearfully rich and awfully nice, but old-fashioned.