... And, believe me, I'm not worth making a fuss about!
BETTY. [_Looking contemptuously at him._] That's true.
WALTER. Yes, it is, worse luck! I deserve all you've said to me. And
you'll be ... much better ... without me.
BETTY. Better?
WALTER. Yes, better, better--any way you choose to put it! I'm a--but
never mind that!--Look here--you'd like me to stop?
BETTY. He wants to play bridge.
WALTER. Don't you think that I--
BETTY.[_Hearing_ HECTOR _coming._] Sh.
[HECTOR _comes in--she is idly tossing the cards about._ HECTOR
_has put on a smoking-jacket--he comes in, very jolly, fussing
around, rubbing his hands, so glad to be home. He sits, to the
right of_ BETTY.
HECTOR. Now for a game!
[_He seizes a pack, and spreads out the cards._
BETTY. [_Leaning back._] Not sure that I want to play.
HECTOR. Don't be disagreeable, Betty! Why?
BETTY. [_Listlessly, as she rises and moves across the room._] No fun,
being three.
HECTOR. Good practice for you. Come on.
BETTY. [_Leaning against the other table, and turning and facing them._]
Besides, _he_ has something to tell you.
HECTOR. Walter?
BETTY. Yes.
HECTOR. [_Looking inquiringly at_ WALTER.] To tell _me?_ What is it?
BETTY. That he's engaged.
HECTOR. [_Shouting, as he leans across the table._] Never! Walter!
Engaged? You?
WALTER. [_Nervously._] Yes.
HECTOR. [_Noisily and affectionately._] You old scoundrel! You rascal and
villain! Engaged--and you don't come and tell _me_ first! Well
I--am--damned!
WALTER.
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