Very well, Madam. [To himself.] Queer, that! Wants to see the second mate, and don’t remember his name. But, there, what can you expect on these excursion steamers!
[Exit.
Mrs. Wangel.
[As the boat gets further out to sea and begins to roll heavily.] This is horrible. I begin to think I don’t like the sea at all. I feel positively ill. And I always thought the motion would be so exhilarating. It doesn’t exhilarate me in the least. I wish Johnston would come—or Brown, I mean Brown. Perhaps he could find somewhere for me to lie down.
[Brown—or Johnston—accompanied by the Steward, comes up the hatchway. He is the same disreputable looking seaman whose acquaintance the reader of “The Lady from the Sea” has already made.
This is the lady. [Indicating Mrs. Wangel.]
Brown.
[In his most nautical manner.] I know that you swob. Haven’t I eyes? Get out. [Exit Steward.] Well, woman, what do you want?
Mrs. Wangel.