Mrs. D. He is. You know him then?
Graef. Yes, alas, too well!
Pete. Massa George, yo' sartinly will hab to 'scuse me now, fo' I must be goin'. I hab a 'pintment wid Billy de Deacon's boy. I'se gwine to hab more fun wid him to-night dan a bushel basket would hold. (walks toward the door, but stops when George speaks to him)
Graef. Very well; don't forget my appointment. But wait a moment. (walks across to him and hands him photo.) Do you know who that is?
Pete. (laughs) Yo' jest bet I does. But won't he look different when he has his head shaved, eh? (with a knowing wink. Exits. Graef crosses over to Mrs. D.'s side)
Mrs. D. What did you mean a moment ago when you said you knew my husband "too well?"
Graef. I cannot tell you now, the story is too long. How long do you intend to remain with us?
Mrs. D. I return home in the morning.
Graef. (quickly) No, no; you must not. You shall not.
Mrs. D. (surprised) Why not?