OCEANA. But you! Ethel!
ETHEL. [Rushes and flings herself at OCEANA'S feet, clutching her dress.] Take me with you! Take me away to your island!
OCEANA. [Turning to FREDDY.] And you... won't you be my friend?
FREDDY. [Goes to her.] I will! [She holds out her hand to him; he hesitates, gazing at her awe-stricken.] May I... may I take your hand?
OCEANA. Why certainly!
FREDDY. [With fervor.] Oceana!
ACT II
SCENE: Same as Act I.
[At rise: DR. MASTERSON in easy-chair near the window; opens newspaper, sighs, wipes glasses, prepares to read.]
MRS. MASTERSON. [Enters with LETITIA.] Well!