_Peggy_. Didn't you?

_Will_. Why--you know----

_Peggy_. Of course I know! You were engaged to an heiress when you
ran away and married an actress. Why don't you put the heiress into
this play?

_Will_. Gladys?

_Peggy_. Gladys was her name, I believe. How did she act when you
told her that you loved me best? A cold, proud beauty, ready to die
before she'd let you know she cared! And isn't that exactly what
your audience is looking for? Exactly their idea of a princess of
plutocracy! And still you waste your time with a sister! Who the
deuce cares anything about a sister?

_Will_. Look here, Peggy. You'd better write this play!

_Peggy_. I've been thinking about it, ever since you first told me
the idea. Draw up your chair, and let me show you what I mean. (_The
Play-play begins to appear_.) There's Bob and Jessie, the same as
before; but also there's Gladys. I want a quite different atmosphere
from what you had. It's afternoon, and Gladys is serving tea, and
she handles the situation in tea-party fashion. Give me some paper
and let me sketch the dialogue. (_She begins to write rapidly. Full
light on the Play-play. Will makes secret exit_.)

_Gladys_. I'm waiting with a good deal of interest.