MASTER OF Q. Well, why don't you go away?
THE OFFICER. Heaven knows!—Go away? Why, that is no easy thing to do.
THE TEACHER. I guess not—just try!
THE OFFICER. [To MASTER OF QUARANTINE] Save me! Save me from his eye!
MASTER OF Q. Come on. Come and help us dance—We have to dance before the plague breaks out. We must!
THE OFFICER. Is the brig leaving?
MASTER OF Q. Yes, first of all the brig must leave—Then there will be a lot of tears shed, of course.
THE OFFICER. Always tears: when she comes and when she goes—Let us get out of here.
They go out. THE TEACHER continues his lesson in silence.
THE MAIDS that were staring through the window of the dance hall walk sadly down to the pier. EDITH, who has been standing like a statue at the piano, follows them.
THE DAUGHTER. [To THE OFFICER] Is there not one happy person to be found in this paradise?