No, it's a bluff you're running on me. I don't know who you are, but I'm going to find out.
(He lifts free hand toward her mask.)
FREDA
You will be sorry.
(He hesitates.)
Be in ignorance of me, and let me pass. It will be better so.
PRINCE
If you have no right, I'll not let you pass anyway. Now let me see you.
(Still holding her by one arm, he tries to lift mask.)
(Mrs. McFee appears in doorway to left and watches suspiciously.)