(With impulsive eagerness, half lifting his arms as if to embrace her and controlling himself with an effort.)
Oh, I do, Loraine. I do, I do.
LORAINE
It is sweet to hear you say it. And now you really must go. Good-by, dear, good-by.
(He crosses stage to left and goes out.)
(She starts to cross stage to rear, but is approached and stopped by Sitka Charley.)
SITKA CHARLEY
(Gruffly.) Good morning.
LORAINE
(Sweetly.)