Cyn. I don’t wonder. I don’t know when we ever had sech a night. Go over by the fire and get dry. And hev something to eat.
Lee (going toward table). Great! I could eat a whale!
Cyn. (taking teapot from table). I’ll get you some hot tea!
[Exit, R.
Lee (hurrying to door, opening it and speaking cautiously). Pete! Are you there? Come up into the shelter of the door and I’ll let you in as soon as I can. (Shuts door; hangs coat on chair by fire. Cyn. reënters with tea; pours him a cup. He sits down by table.) Say, but you are kind! I’ve heard about the Cape Cod folks before, and now I can well believe what I have heard. It’s great of you to do this. How do you know but what I’ll murder you and get away with the silver?
Cyn. I’ll risk it. If you want to murder me for a butter knife and seven teaspoons, go ahead. That’s all I got that’s solid.
Lee. Thanks for the tip. I guess it isn’t worth while. In return for your hospitality I will tell you the history of my bright young life. I’m an artist and I have come down the cape looking for a place to stay a while and do some sketching. I have made the trip in an auto, and I should have had sense enough to have stayed in Orleans over night. I didn’t realize how bad the storm was going to be.
Cyn. Where’s your car?
Lee. Anchored somewhere above here. I simply couldn’t make it budge another inch so I had to come on afoot. (Rises.) I’ll have to find lodgings. Gee! (Looks about.) I hate to go on. Say, you couldn’t consider——(Hesitates and looks at her doubtfully.) I don’t suppose you would think of such a thing as—as——
Cyn. As taking you in?