The Girl enters. "Are you crooning Sasha to sleep, Philo?" she laughs.
"Oh, no!" I protest, "I'm wide awake and much interested in Philo's conversation."
"It is getting late," he rejoins. "I must be off to the meeting."
"What meeting?" I inquire,
"The Czolgosz anniversary commemoration."
"I think—I'd like to come along."
"Better not, Sasha," my friend advises. "You need some light distraction."
"Perhaps you would like to go to the theatre," the Girl suggests. "Stella has tickets. She'd be happy to have you come, Sasha."