Edna
In agony.
He said you were going to be married, Fred. I should have congratulated you.
Fred
Suddenly.
I don’t want to any more, Eddie! I know it now! I don’t want to!
Edna
Don’t say that, Fred! Don’t! Don’t say it unless you mean it! I couldn’t stand it!
Fred
But I do mean it, Eddie! I mean it more than anything in the—
Eileen
Rather gaily.
I’m sorry.
Fred
As Edna shows signs of bolting.
No—don’t go away. This is—Miss Fletcher.
Eileen
Appraisingly.
Hello.
Fred
And this is Miss Baker. She’s the little girl—I mean, I used to know her when—
Edna
Who can’t stand it.
I’ll be going if you don’t mind. Goodbye, Fred.