Act I

What time was he going to call up?

Six o’clock. He said he’d call me the minute he got in. Maybe the train was late.

They aren’t late very often, from Philadelphia.

It’s the only evening we’ll havehave for three weeks, with him going away again tomorrow. If he was going to be late you’d think he’d try to reach me.

Of course, you know him better than I do, but when a man’s really crazy about a girl, he calls her up, I don’t care what he’s doing. It’s only when he begins cooling off that he finds excuses, like being in Philadelphia.

But he was in Philadelphia.

I know, but they’ve got phones there now, too.

If you think he’s cooling off you’re crazy! He’s insanely jealous. When I told him I was thinking of going out with Bert Livingston he was sore as hell. He said, “All right, go ahead and go out with him.” I asked him if he meant it, and he said, “Sure! Go out with the whole Lambs Club!” He’s insanely jealous and tries to hide it.