Nothing. Come along. I am in a hurry.
VANDERLIP
Now look here, Freda, I'm not going with you because you're making me. I've got to go anyway. I've got to be elsewhere, and pretty quick.
FREDA
Oh, far from it. I never make anybody do anything. They just—do it.
VANDERLIP
All right, I'll let you come with me, but only outside. I'm not going to your cabin.
FREDA
That is for you to determine. Let us start.
(Mrs. Eppingwell talks with Indian. Mrs. Eppingwell now and again glances anxiously at Freda and Vanderlip; Mrs. McFee is more suspicious than ever, her hands involuntarily clutching and unclutching as though with desire to spring upon Freda and held back only by doubt.)