Steward. (r., fussing about) Rather uncertain at this season, but your location is good, Madam, and you'll find she's as steady as a church.
Princess. (Looking around as Steward arranges things fussily) This is very pleasant. (Nita arranges bags and grips on window seat.)
Steward. Quite the best suite on board, Madam. Here is the clothes press, and the other rooms are off there. (Opening door l. and closing it again.) If you want anything—(Points l.)—there is the telephone. (Notices trunk in middle of room for first time. Takes hold.) I'll place your trunk—— (Starts to move trunk and drags it to side.)
Princess. (Quickly stopping him) Never mind now, Steward. You can place it later. (Steward releases trunk, but does not set it down.) You might turn it right side up.
Steward. (Noticing labels) Oh, I'm sorry! (Turns trunk. Princess sighs.) I hope the contents are not upset, madam.
Princess. I hope not.
Steward. Anything more, Madam?
Princess. (Anxious to get him out of room) Not now, thank you, Steward. How soon do we sail?
Steward. Very soon now. (Voices off calling, "All ashore!" four times; voice approaches and dies away.) They're already calling "All ashore," Madam. (Exit and closes door.)
Nita. (l.c.) Your Highness has the key to this trunk?