ANGELA:  Just call me Angie—­’cause I probably will live with you now. (Slips her arm through MISS CAREY’S, laying her head on the older woman’s shoulder.)

MISS CAREY:  (Disengaging her.) We’ll talk that over in the morning—­ if you want, you may sleep upon that couch—­I’ll put out the light.  (She does so.) I’m going to bed—­I must get a little rest. (She gives a sharp turn and goes to her room.  Blue light floods stage.  Through the half open curtain she is seen having trouble with her bed covers—­getting them too high up, then too far down, etc.  Big laughs on this business.)

ANGELA:  (Taking down hair.) Miss Carey, you said you were an orphan—­I’m an orphan, too. (There is no answer.) I can’t tell you how I appreciate your insisting on my staying—­let me make your breakfast in the morning, Miss Carey. (No answer.) Harry might at least try to find me.  Aren’t men brutes, Miss Carey?

MISS CAREY:  (Loudly from within.) They certainly are.

ANGELA:  (Lets peignoir slip off her shoulders, is in pretty silk pajamas.) In the morning, I must think how I can earn my own living.  (She lies down as snores come from next room.) Miss Carey, are you asleep? (Snore.) Oh dear, she’s asleep before I am—­she might have waited. (A key is heard in the door—­Angela sits up in alarm—­as key turns, she screams.) Oh Miss Carey, wake up—­someone’s at the door—­wake up. (Miss Carey jumps up and out of bed.)

MISS CAREY:  Good Lord—­what is it now? (Puts up light—­the door opens, and immaculately dressed, handsome young man in evening clothes, white gloves, etc., enters—­FRED SALTUS.)

ANGELA:  Burglars! (She runs behind curtain of MISS CAREY’S room.)

MISS CAREY:  You simpleton.  I told you I had a male boarder.  This is it, Mr. Saltus.

FRED:  Oh, Miss Carey, pardon me—­I’d have come in by the back door, but I didn’t know you were entertaining company.

MISS CAREY:  I’m not entertaining anyone—­I’m trying to get a little rest before it’s time for me to get up—­and young lady, if you’ll come out of my room and let me in, I’ll beg of you not to disturb me again. (She shoves ANGELA out in her pajamas, unintentionally knocking her into MR. SALTUS, and goes back to bed.) (Ad. lib. talk.)

ANGELA:  (Embarrassed and rushing behind the frock on the dressmaker’s figure.) I’ve made her awfully cross—­but I thought it must be a burglar—­’cause, you see, I never knew boarders were allowed out so late at night.

FRED:  (Recognizing her.) What are you doing here?

ANGELA:  (Forced to confess.) I’ve left my husband. (He gives a whistle of surprise.) You know he’s the man on the floor below—­you may have seen me with him—­once in a great while.

FRED:  I’ve seen you often (Delighted.)—­and so you’ve left him, eh?

ANGELA:  Yes—­and I’m really quite upset about it—­naturally he’s the first husband I’ve ever left—­and you can imagine how a woman feels if you’ve left your husband—­that is your wife. (All in one breath.) Are you married?