FREDA
(Laying hand on his arm.)
Floyd—
(Hesitating.)
—dear Floyd.... You are big and strong. I know, too, that you are kind. Be kind now, just a little kind, a very little. I can't talk with you here, this way. It would be ridiculous.
(Beginning to help him take off coat, in which operation his assistance is restricted to non-resistance.)
Come and sit by the fire a moment.
(Hands overcoat to Maid, who hangs it up on wall.)
Just for a moment.
(Untying ear-flaps, and removing his cap, which Maid hangs up. She pushes him on to chair and lifts one foot to remove street moccasins.)