Tragedy doesn't at all become you. Do sit down and be comfortable.
(To Maid, who has remained composed and holding coat.)
Mr. Vanderlip doesn't want his coat yet awhile. (Maid goes to rear, hangs up coat, and remains at rear, waiting.)
VANDERLIP
(Speaking with slow, clear enunciation.) What do you know about the water-hole?
(Freda laughs. He closes his grip on her arm till she winces.)
What do you know about the water-hole?
FREDA
(Lightly.)
More than you know.