_Jessie (turns upon Bob)._ Bob, I think it's wicked of you!

_Bob._ Why, Jessie?

_Jessie._ To nag at Jack all the time! You've driven him crazy!

_Bob._ Never mind--he'll soon get sane. You never knew him to stick
at anything very long.

_Jessie._ Oh! Oh! I think you're horrid! And right before our
party--what will we tell the guests?

_Bob._ Tell them the truth; they'll think it's romantic--like a
story in a play. Why, Jessie----

_(During this dialogue Jack has slipped back into the coat of Will
and sits at the desk, Left_ 1. _The sound of a sharp whistle heard
in the Real-play, Left_ 1. Instantly the Play-play vanishes. Full
light on the Real-play.)_

_Will (looking up in bewilderment and disgust)._ My God! What's
that?

_Peggy._ Something at the dumb-waiter, dear.

_Will._ Oh, Lord!

_Peggy (rises)._ Wait, dear. _(Hurries out of door Left, calls at
shaft.)_ Well?