(Vanderlip suddenly recollects himself and draws watch. Freda tries to cover watch with hand, but jails. Vanderlip sees watch and starts to rise from chair. Freda half rises and presses him back.)
VANDERLIP
(With note of real regret in his voice, glancing from cigar in one hand, and glass in other hand, to the stove, about the room, and then at Freda.)
It's a darn shame to leave all this, but I've really got to, Freda. I don't think I was ever so comfortable in my life.
FREDA
(Softly, almost whispering.)
Then why leave it, Floyd?
VANDERLIP
I've got to hit the trail to-night, right away. And I've got to get my trail clothes. That bearskin overcoat's too warm. Can't travel in it.
(Starts to rise.)