(Mockingly.)
Guess.
CAPT. EPPINGWELL
I call that cruel. I've exhausted my guesses. (Freda lifts mask and gazes at him for several seconds, her face serious, her eyes flashing.)
CAPT. EPPINGWELL
(Giving a long whistle of comprehension.) Freda!
FREDA
Even so, Freda. And I thank you. And I shall have yet more to thank you for. That waltz—you must let me off.
Capt. Eppingwell There is no reason. Let me have it.