modern young men anywheres. They come and go to suit themselves.
They think they love a woman, and they plead for her love; but then
they begin to change their minds--they get bored with her, and think
they're bored with all life. So they go off and try something new
and romantic--something less tedious than a woman's affections. The
reality of life!

_Jessie_. I know Jack loves you!

_Gladys_. Indeed, Jessie? Too bad that Jack doesn't know it--
(_sound of gramophone in Real-play Left 1, playing a popular song.
The Play-play fades rapidly_.)

_Will_. Oh, God!

_Peggy_. Botheration!

_Will_. The fiends! (_leaps up and begins to pace the floor_.) Isn't
that enough to drive a man to distraction? To be trying to work,
trying to create something--

_Peggy_. Wait, dear. (_Goes and closes door._) Now forget about it.

_Will._ Yes, it's easy to say forget! But pretty soon the devils in
the rear will begin with their coon-songs--

_Peggy._ Well then, we'll close the window, too.

_Will._ Yes, on a hot night!