MARTHA—[Smiling.] Old age!
BIGELOW—I'm knocking at the door of fatal forty.
MARTHA—[With forced gaiety.] You're not very tactful, I must say. Don't you know I'm thirty-eight?
BIGELOW—[Gallantly.] A woman is as old as she looks. You're not thirty yet.
MARTHA—[Laughing.] After that nice remark I'll have to forgive you everything, won't I? [LILY JAYSON comes in from the rear. She is a slender,rather pretty girl of twenty-five. The stamp of college student is still very much about her. She rather insists on a superior, intellectual air, is full of nervous,thwarted energy. At the sight of them sitting on the couch together, her eyebrows are raised.]