[She is silent. The Mate starts for the doorway.]
Keeney [turning to him—sharply]. Wait!
Mate. Yes, sir.
Keeney. D'you want anything, Annie?
Mrs. Keeney [after a pause during which she seems to be endeavoring to collect her thoughts]. I thought maybe—I'd go up on deck, David, to get a breath of fresh air.
[She stands humbly awaiting his permission. He and The Mate exchange a significant glance.]
Keeney. It's too cold, Annie. You'd best stay below. There's nothing to look at on deck—but ice.
Mrs. Keeney [monotonously]. I know—ice, ice, ice! But there's nothing to see down here but these walls.
[She makes a gesture of loathing.]
Keeney. You can play the organ, Annie.