MRS. KEENEY (as if awakening from a dream). David, I—(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 stand's humbly awaiting his permission. He and the MATE exchange a significant glance.)
KEENEY. It's too cold, Annie. You'd best stay below to-day.
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.