CAPT. EPPINGWELL
Yes, I did. You are the Lisznayi—I beg pardon—Miss—er—Miss Lisznayi.
FREDA
(Simulating surrender.)
It's a shame to be found out so quickly. Mister—? Mister—?
CAPT. EPPINGWELL
Mr. Sitka Charley.
FREDA
Well, then, Mr. Sitka Charley, I am displeased with you. You are too cunning. I am really vexed, and for punishment I am going to leave you.
(She curtsies deeply, and walks away toward left.)