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 The Worsted Man Susanna. Yes that is, there s one. The other has disappeared during the ages, but all mountain resorts have to have them, you know. Shall we go? Doll. In a moment, dear. I have a letter to write, and then I am yours. [Turns to table and writes. Susanna. (Aside.) Dear! Well, I like that. There is nothing slow about our worsted cavalier, after all, even if he has no heart, and an imagination made of excelsior. [Sits down and reads book. Doll. (Writing.) Beloved Janette: Where have you been hiding all this lovely morning? Susanna. (Looking up.) Did you speak, Mr. Woolley? Doll. No, dear I m writing out loud, that s all. By-the-way, don t call me Mr. Woolley it s so very formal. Call me Dick. 78