Freda, you're a wonder!
FREDA
Then season to taste,
(Rising to climax.) and there you are!
(Freda half rises, leaning toward him. He half rises to meet her, reaching for her with both arms, to put around her waist, but she catches his hands and very gently and slowly disengages herself. Her very manner of disengaging herself is caressing and seducing. They sink back slowly into their respective chairs.)
(Freda listens intently, as for the sound of a sled without. Glances anxiously at clock on piano. Vanderlip does not notice, for he is drawing his watch and looking at it.)
VANDERLIP
It's ten after twelve.
(Looks anxiously at door to right.)
Gee! I hate to go without having a crack at that Cupid's stew.