MAUD. No; you punch first.
FITZSIMMONS. I don’t believe you are Harry—
MAUD. [Hastily.] All right, I’ll sing. You sit down over there and turn your back.
[FITZSIMMONS obeys.]
[MAUD walks over to the table toward right. She is about to sing, when she notices FITZSIMMONS’ cigarette case, picks it up, and in an aside reads his name on it and speaks.]
MAUD. “Robert Fitzsimmons.” That will prove to my brother that I have been here.
FITZSIMMONS. Hurry up.
[MAUD hastily puts cigarette case in her pocket and begins to sing.]
SONG
[During the song FITZSIMMONS turns his head slowly and looks at her with growing admiration.]