MAUD. [Eyeing the bag in alarm.] No; you. I’m out of practice.
FITZSIMMONS. [Looking at her sharply.] How many drinks have you had to-night?
MAUD. Not a one. I don’t drink—that is—er—only occasionally.
FITZSIMMONS. [Indicating bag.] Then go to it.
MAUD. No; I tell you I am out of practice. I’ve forgotten it all. You see, I made a discovery.
[Pauses.]
FITZSIMMONS. Yes?
MAUD. I—I—you remember what a light voice I always had—almost soprano?
[FITZSIMMONS nods.]
MAUD. Well, I discovered it was a perfect falsetto.