MISS FARREN. I've accepted an engagement--oh, I'm only to be a show-girl
at first--but they believe I'll do well. They've been wanting me some
time. And my _fiancé_ has persuaded me.
HARVEY. [_Collapsing utterly, dropping into the chair by the fire._]
Your--
MISS FARREN. [_Gravely._] My _fiancé_--yes. He's one of the comic men
there.
MRS. WESTERN. [_Who has been watching them both with an unmoved face._]
I'll write a cheque for your salary, Miss Farren.
[_She goes to the desk at back._
MISS FARREN. [_Coquettishly, to_ HARVEY.] I ought to have told you, I
know, Mr. Western. But it _was_ so dull here--and you've been most awfully
good to me. I can never be sufficiently grateful.
HARVEY. [_With difficulty, his face turned away._] Don't mention it. And I
hope you'll be happy.
MISS FARREN. [_Lightly._] Thank you. I mean to try!
[MRS. WESTERN _returns with a cheque which she hands to_ MISS
FARREN.
MRS. WESTERN. Here, Miss Farren.
MISS FARREN. [_Putting it into her bag._] Thank you so much. Good-bye.