(With scorn.)
—a play actress, you! Your mind is quick. Your tongue is crooked. You lied to me. When you let me hold your hand, you lied to me. When you looked softly at me, or passed your hand through my hair, you lied to me. When you came against me and rested your head on my breast so that the scent of your hair got into my brain and maddened me, you lied to me. You knew all the time that my blood was pounding up hot within me, you knew all the time that I was honest and playing fair, and all the time you were lying to me.
(He pauses and debates upon what next to say.)
MAID
(Calmly, to Freda.)
Shall I go for help?
VANDERLIP
(Ferociously.)
Shut up, you!
(Continuing, to Freda.)