Mrs. Wangel.
But I can’t. We’re out at sea. I can’t get back now. I think I’m going to die.
[She sinks upon a seat.
Brown.
Die? You won’t die. No such luck. You’re going to be sea-sick, you are. Where’s your cabin?
Mrs. Wangel.
[Feebly.] I don’t know.
Brown.
Where’s your luggage? Hand me over your keys.