I told you you would be sorry.
(Seriously.)
There is Sitka Charley. I want to speak to him. And there's that psalm-singer in the doorway. Don't let her suspect me.
PRINCE
I shall resign my post.
FREDA
Resign? You will be of more help to me if you retain it.
PRINCE
I have been unfaithful to it. Pass, Freda, pass. Who am I to say you nay?
(He leaves her and returns to street door. Freda goes over to Sitka Charley. Mrs. McFee disappears jrom doorway, but reappears one or two times to stare suspiciously.)