_Jack._ Absolutely. It might as well be in another world. _(Dolly runs off Right to Belle. He paces the room, talking to himself.)_ I've got to give it up. I can't play with things like this. I've lost, I'll take my medicine. Only a month! Gee whiz! _(With sudden realization.)_ Good-bye to my quarter of a million! _Bill (appears in doorway, yawning)._ Holy smoke! What's up? _Jack._ We're going away. _Bill._ Where to? _Jack._ I can't tell you now. _Dolly (enters Right, supporting Belle)._ Come on, dear. Jack is going to take us with him. _Belle._ But I'm too sick to go out. _Dolly._ You must, dear. _Belle._ I'm not dressed. _Jack._ Get her hat and coat. Don't stop for anything else. Come on, Belle, I'll help you. We've no time to lose. _(Puts arm about her and half carries her Left.)_ _Belle._ Won't you tell me what's the matter? _Jack._ I'm going to take you to some friends. _(To Dolly.)_ We'll find a cab. _Dolly._ No, they'd trace us! _Jack._ Well, we can get to the subway, I suppose. _(To Belle.)_ Dearest Belle--listen to me. I love you. And I'm going to make you well. I've been able to get money--all we need, heaps and heaps of it. And you're going to Florida. You'll be there in a few days--the very place my sister went to. Perhaps she'll go with you. So come! Come! _(Exit, leading Belle.)_ _Dolly (hurries about, gathering Belle's wraps and her own)._ Where's your coat, boy? _Bill._ Ain't got none. Say! What's this about Florida? _Dolly._ I don't know. _Bill._ Youse tryin' to cheer up Belle? _Dolly (gathering up her belongings in great haste)._ Maybe so. _Bill._ Youse runnin' from that landlady? _Dolly._ Don't ask me now. _Bill._ Well, there's somethin' wrong, I know! Youse can't fool me! _(Looks about.)_ Gee! I thought I had a home! And now I'm movin' out of it! _(The lights fade slowly on the Play-play and rise on the Real-play.)_ _Will (in a whisper)._ Well? _Peggy (low)._ Oh, Will! That's the real stuff! _Will._ You like it? _Peggy (with intensity)._ Yes, I do! It's real, it's true. Will, I think it'll go! _Will._ You do? _Peggy._ Yes, even with Broadway! It made me cry--and I'm a hardened old sinner. _Will._ Oh, dearest, I'm so glad! _Peggy._ I'm proud of you, Will! _(Rises and puts her arms about him.)_ We've got a real Pot-boiler! _(Sound of bell in Real-play Left. Play-play vanishes. Full light on the Real-play. A post-man's whistle off Left.)_ _Will._ What's that? _Peggy._ The post-man! _Will (leaping up)._ Maybe it's a check for the poem! _Peggy._ Oh, yes! _Will._ Where's the key to the letter-box? _Peggy (runs Right)._ Here, I think. _(Searches about.)_ Here! _(Brings him key.)_ Be quick! _Will (exit Left)._ I'll be quick!