FREDA
(Who has ceased laughing, showing that she is a bit frightened by his preternatural calmness, but still keeping her nerve.)
Let me thank you for your kindness, Floyd. I wanted half an hour or so of your time, and you have given it. The turning to the left, as you leave the cabin, leads quickest to the water-hole. Good-night. I'm going to bed.
(Starts to go toward door at left.)
Minnie, see Mr. Vanderlip out, please.
(Turning head over shoulder, looking back at Vanderlip, and beginning again her silvery laughter. Vanderlip has not spoken a word. He springs, lionlike, after her, seizing her by the arm and whirling her fiercely about, face to face, and still keeping his clutch.)
Don't be rough.
(He glares at her. She still keeps her nerve, speaks lightly.)
On second thought—
(Looks at his detaining hand.)
—I've decided not to go to bed. Don't be ridiculous, Floyd.
(He growls inarticulately.)
Tragedy doesn't at all become you. Do sit down and be comfortable.
(To Maid, who has remained composed and holding coat.)
Mr. Vanderlip doesn't want his coat yet awhile. (Maid goes to rear, hangs up coat, and remains at rear, waiting.)