“Put it plainly—” began Struthers.
“But don't you know, it's no USE putting it plainly,” cried Julia.
“But DO you want to be with Scott, out and out, or DON'T you?” said Lilly.
“Exactly!” chimed Robert. “That's the question for you to answer Julia.”
“I WON'T answer it,” she cried. “Why should I?” And she looked away into the restless hive of the theatre. She spoke so wildly that she attracted attention. But it half pleased her. She stared abstractedly down at the pit.
The men looked at one another in some comic consternation.
“Oh, damn it all!” said the long Jim, rising and stretching himself. “She's dead nuts on Scott. She's all over him. She'd have eloped with him weeks ago if it hadn't been so easy. She can't stand it that Robert offers to hand her into the taxi.”
He gave his malevolent grin round the company, then went out. He did not reappear for the next scene.
“Of course, if she loves Scott—” began Struthers.
Julia suddenly turned with wild desperation, and cried: