(He puts on domino and follows after her, still intent on discovering her identity, and makes exit to left.)
(The quadrille is over, and as he passes out, couples begin to enter from left.)
(Mrs. McFee and Sitka Charley enter from left. She still holds him captive, hanging on his arm.)
MRS. McFEE
(Ingratiatingly, making as near a simper as her sour mouth and age will permit.) You might have asked me to dance, Captain.
SITKA CHARLEY
(Rolling his head.)
Me no dance. Me much sick. Me crazy. Me drunk. Me go home.
(Strives to get to street door, but she clings to his arm and holds him back.)
MRS. McFEE