Well, it's a little
behind that on the next street. Cattycornered to it.
Richly:
I don't see that one from here.
Roger:
I can't help that.
Richly:
Isn't that the home of Mrs. Prim?
Roger:
Right. Mrs. Prim. Couldn't remember her name. Good buy, isn't it?
Richly:
Absolutely. But why did the stupid woman sell off her inheritance?
Roger:
One can't foresee everything that will happen in life as the
philosophers say. She's been very unfortunate--she's gone plum crazy.
Richly:
Gone crazy?
Roger:
Raving. Her family tried to stop her. And her son who is a rake gave
his house for a fraction of the money hers was worth.
(Low)
I'm getting in deeper and deeper.
Richly:
But she doesn't have any son that I know of.
Roger:
She doesn't have a son?
Richly:
No. I'm sure of it.
Roger:
Must have been her daughter then.
Richly:
I'm irritated by this mischance. But I've amused myself long enough.
Open the door for me, will you?
Roger: (low)
Ouf! Now we've reached the crisis.
Richly:
What's the matter? Has something happened to my son?
Roger:
No, sir.
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