OCEANA. All right.
DR. MASTERSON. I was going to the billiard-room, anyway. Pray excuse me.
[Exit centre.]
OCEANA. [Smiles.] See him run! Well, Freddy, what is it?
FREDDY. [Intensely.] Oceana!
OCEANA. What's the matter?
FREDDY. You mustn't stay here!
OCEANA. Why not?
FREDDY. They'll ruin you, Oceana! They'll crush you, they'll spoil you forever! You must go away!
OCEANA. Why, my dear boy, how can they hurt me?