oy. Well, we don't want anything to do with _you_. See?

GEORGE

Sure. Excuse me for butting in. I just wanted to make a little
announcement.

MARIAN

Oh, you did! Well, I'm surprised! I didn't think _she_ was the kind you
had to marry.

GEORGE

Huh! I knew you'd have your little knife out for her. But why you should
have to be jealous _now_ I can't see.

MARIAN

I'm not jealous!

GEORGE

What you worrying about, then?

MARIAN

I'm not worrying! I'm only sore because you butted in when we were so
happy together here without you.

GEORGE

Oh, _excuse_ me! As a matter of fact, I didn't come over to make any
announcement. It's too late for that. I--

MARIAN

Married already! Anybody'd think you might wait a little while for common
decency!

GEORGE

I waited a day longer than you did, anyhow.

MARIAN

That's different.

FRED

I _beg_ your pardon! We were just ordering dinner. If you didn't come to
make any announcement, why--

MARIAN

Yes, what did you butt in for?

GEORGE

Why, I got a letter from your friend Grace, and--

MARIAN

Grace? What did she have to say to _you_?

GEORGE

She said she was sorry I had to get a divorce, but I told her--

MARIAN

Sorry _you_ had to get a divorce! Well, if I don't fix _her_!

GEORGE

Oh, she's getting married, too.

MARIAN

Who to?

GEORGE

That fellow, what's his name, that's got the garage over on Seventh
Avenue.

MARIAN

Snider! So _he's_ the one! Well! And I suppose she'll be all over town in
a new car.

GEORGE

Sure. Saw him to-day. A big yellow one. I always told you she was out for
money. And you thought she was in love with Jackson!

MARIAN

Hypocrite! She was. Or she told me so. Cried all over me. Have you seen
Jackson?

GEORGE

Yes. He's as blue as your old kimono. He said--

FRED

Look here, Marian! I'm not going to wait all night for my dinner!

MARIAN

Order your old dinner! What did Jackson say, George?

THE GENIUS

_The front porch of a small farmhouse in New England. Stone flags lead to
the road; the yard is a careless, comfortable lawn with two or three old
maples. It is autumn._

_A boy of sixteen or so, carrying a paper parcel, stops hesitatingly,
looks in a moment and then walks to the porch. As he stands there a man
comes out of the house. The man is in his early forties, he stoops a
little, but not from weakness; his expression is one of deep calm._

THE MAN

I wond