CAPT. EPPINGWELL
(To himself, as he watches her.)
That voice. That walk! That carriage!
(Scratches head, then suddenly.)
Fooled! Fooled! That's not the Lisznayi!
(He springs after her.)
(A voice, off stage, is heard calling, "Take partners for a quadrille!")
I beg pardon, but this dance is ours.
FREDA
(Drawing watch and looking at it.)