HELEN. Oh!

WILLIAM. You old schemer!

CROSBY (_crossing over_ R.C. _below_ MRS. CROSBY). I bet it would have
worked.

WILLIAM (_as_ CROSBY _crosses_ R. WILLIAM _slaps him on the back_).
It would. (_Crosses behind_ HELEN _to_ L.C.)

(_The door down_ L. _opens and_ EDWARD WALES _enters._)

WALES. I came ahead of the others to tell you--

CROSBY. Why, Ned, old man, you came just in time to congratulate them.
(_He points toward_ WILLIAM _and_ HELEN.)

WALES. On what? (L.C.)

MRS. CROSBY. They're going to be married: isn't it fine?

WALES. Oh!

(_There is a long pause._)

WILLIAM. You don't congratulate us, Mr. Wales.

WALES. No, Will, I don't. I'm not sure that I can. (_Down stage a step_.)