DETECTIVE. Yes, and a pretty kind of escort you've got—the kind that doesn't help a girl a bit!
HENRIETTE. O God! My mother, my sisters!—I am of good family, I tell you.
DETECTIVE. Yes, first-rate family, I am sure. But you are too well known through the papers. Come along!
HENRIETTE. Where? What do you mean?
DETECTIVE. Oh, to the Bureau, of course. There you'll get a nice little card and a license that brings you free medical care.
HENRIETTE. O Lord Jesus, you don't mean it!
DETECTIVE. [Grabbing HENRIETTE by the arm] Don't I mean it?
HENRIETTE. [Falling on her knees] Save me, Maurice! Help!
DETECTIVE. Shut up, you fool!
(MAURICE enters, followed by WAITER.)