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Rh Gosh, Ned, I can’t tell you how grateful I am!

[Brusquely, to hide his embarrassment]

Oh, shut up! I’m only too glad.

[Watching with a contempt that is almost gloating—in a tone of curt dismissal]

You’d better go and shave, hadn’t you, if you’re going to town?

[Guiltily, passing his hand over his face—forcing a brisk, purposeful air]

Yes, of course. I forgot I hadn’t. Excuse me, will you?

[This to hurries out, rear]

[As soon as he is out of earshot—turning on accusingly]

How can you treat him that way? It makes me feel—like a swine!

[Flushing guiltily—protestingly]

What way?

[Then inconsequentially]

He’s always forgetting to shave lately.

You know what I mean, Nina!

[Turns away from her—thinking bitterly]