She mixed another tumbler full of maraschino punch, and drank one good half of it before she spoke again.
'It has everything to do with my new play,' was all she said.

'Answer me.' Francis answered her.
'Miss Lockwood may be here in a week.

Or, for all I know to the contrary, sooner than that.' 'Very well.

If I am a living woman and a free woman in a week's time--or if I am in possession of my senses in a week's time (don't interrupt me; I know what I am talking about)--I shall have a sketch or outline of my play ready, as a specimen of what I can do.

Once again, will you read it ?' 'I will certainly read it.