Act I]
STREET SCENE
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Mrs. Fiorentino
[Shaking her head]: Oh, well!
Mrs. Jones
My aunt, Mrs. Barclay, was forty-two—[Breaking off]: Oh, good evenin’, Mr. Maurrant!
[Frank Maurrant appears, at the left, with his coat on his arm. He is a tall, powerfully-built man of forty-five, with a rugged, grim face.]
Mrs. Fiorentino
Good evening, Mr. Maurrant.
Maurrant
’Evenin’. [He goes to the stoop and seats himself, mopping his face.] Some baby of a day!
Mrs. Maurrant
Have you been working all this while, Frank?
Maurrant
I’ll say I’ve been workin’. Dress-rehearsin’ since twelve o’clock, with lights—in this weather. An’ tomorra I gotta go to Stamford, for the try-out.
Mrs. Maurrant
Oh, you’re going to Stamford tomorrow?
