VANDERLIP
No, no, of course not. You see, this is the Klondike. Things are different here than from what you've been used to, and... and...
FLOSSIE
(Interrupting, showing in voice and demeanor comprehension of Freda's status.)
Oh, I understand. It will be better for us to go, I think.
(They start toward street door, Vanderlip supporting Flossie around waist. She is very tired and leans heavily against him. He puts on bearskin coat, mittens, etc. He does not speak, though he nods awkwardly. As they make exit he glances back at Freda.)
FREDA
(To Mrs. Eppingwell, harshly.)
Now will you go.