(Sitka Charley knocks and then enters through street door, Prince giving a quick glance in his direction and ascertaining that it is all right for him to enter.)
FREDA
(In natural voice.)
Stanley!
PRINCE
(Releasing her and speaking with awe.) No! Not you!
(Freda lifts her mask, her back to Mrs. McFee, and for several seconds, her face serious with resolve, her eyes flashing, she gazes upon him. She lowers mask, and makes as though to start toward door to left. He hesitates, stands aside, then hesitates again.)
It is all my social standing in Dawson is worth, to—to let you pass.
FREDA
(Mockingly.)