[MARY _enters. She is in pink costume. As she opens the door, music off-stage is heard. As the door closes the music is muted._] MARY Hello. JACK Hello. MARY Well? JACK Well, what? MARY Haven’t you anything to say about my costume? JACK Oh ... it’s nice ... very nice.... MARY What enthusiasm! [_The dialogue that follows goes on while_ JACK _is preparing his make-up. He moves about occasionally, going from his dressing table to the wash-basin, to the clothes closet. This movement and this general business of his hands give an air of casualness to the rendition of lines which are anything but casual in their meaning to_ JACK _and to_ MARY.] JACK Gee, Mary, I’ve got other things besides costumes on my mind. MARY What is worrying you? That man who was here just now? [JACK _nods._] What’s the matter with him? JACK Nothing the matter with him. He brought me some news about my father and mother. MARY Oh, it isn’t fair! It isn’t fair for him to disturb you when you are all keyed up before your opening tonight.... Oh, Jack—I just want to keep you away from everything—from everybody—until tonight is over. JACK You’ve got the right hunch all right. Mary, Yudelson told me things that are making me hate myself. MARY Tell me about it. Maybe I can help. JACK No, if I told you about it, you’d hate me, too. MARY I don’t think anything could make me hate you, Jack.... [_There is a pause. She leans back, pretends to be absorbed in the ruffles on her costume._] Did you mean it ... when you said you loved me? JACK Sure, didn’t you know that? I’m crazy about you.... MARY No, I didn’t know it.... Jack, since you told me about your father I’ve been thinking about you. I can’t get you out of my mind. A son of a Cantor.... JACK Maybe it’s better that you _should_ get me out of your mind. Maybe it would be better if I got you out of _my_ mind.... Since Yudelson was here, I got a different slant on everything.... Yudelson and me, Dillings and you.... We’re far apart. We’re worlds apart. [_He is now standing by the wash-basin filing a small bowl of water, and he moves slowly back to the dressing table carefully balancing the water._] MARY You don’t have to worry about Randolph. I’m not like him. JACK