FREDA
You may pollute me with your lips, but you shall not master me with your strength.
VANDERLIP
(Gaily.)
Nay, nay, not pollute. You should call it (Imitating Mrs. McFee.) "contameenate." That's right. Blaze away at me with those eyes of yours. You may keep quiet with your body, but you can't take the fight out of your eyes. I tell you that blaze gives value to your kisses, and now I'm going to—
(Leans forward to kiss her, while she remains motionless and passive. He pauses, with lips close to hers.)
Nothing like prolonging anticipation, eh? You know you said I was masculine, intensely masculine. How do you like it? How do you like leaning up against the wall of my strength? Ah, you beauty! You beauty!
FREDA
(Suddenly listening.)
Minnie! Open the door!