(With bodily expression of fear, shrinks behind Prince and allows himself to be shoved out.)
MRS. McFEE
(Crossing over to Prince, and suspiciously.) Who might that body be?
PRINCE
(Wiping his brow.)
One of the unelect, I am sorry to say, Mrs. McFee.
MRS. McFEE
A gambler man, I take it?
(Prince nods.)
But I can no see, Mr. Prince, why you should conduct negotiations inside the door, contameenating the air with the bodily presence of the children of sin.