Ah, those furs! Is there a woman in the land who has not heard of them and envied their possessor, this woman you take me for—and I know who you mean—this—this dance-hall artist, this—this Freda Moloof. And how often have you danced with her?—with me, I mean.
CAPT. EPPINGWELL
(Shaken for the moment.)
Once. That one night. But I have seen her several times. Who has not?
FREDA
Her? Me, you mean.
CAPT. EPPINGWELL
(With renewed and emphatic conviction.)
Yes, and one other thing. That accent!
(Gripping her by the arm.)