I'll never be jealous again! (Gets up.) Come! Let's see what the dinky thing is doing!
(Goes to table. Philo watches her, slowly repeating her name.)
Reba
What a little thing it is! And—there is something fluttering!
(Philo crosses, still seeing nothing but the girl.)
Reba
See—I'm trying to count—two—three——
(He looks down, and becomes transfixed.)
Philo
Oh, my God! They've changed the signal!... Look, Reba! Count the beats! Count for me! Count!