MRS. MASTERSON. This is disgraceful!
DR. MASTERSON. Oceana, I beg of you...
OCEANA. Defend yourself! [She makes a feint at Henry's head, causing him to raise his stick.] Lay on!
[She attacks him briskly. He defends himself. There is a swift rattle of the sticks and a vivid conflict.]
HENRY. [Laughing.] Oceana, for God's sake, stop!
MRS. MASTERSON. Oh, stop them!
DR. MASTERSON. Are you mad?
FREDDY. Oceana!
OCEANA. [Wild with the excitement of the struggle.] Lay on! Ha, ha! Well played! Guard! Once again! Ah, this is what I like! This is what I've been looking for! [They leap here and there; the others dodge out of the way, protesting; the conflict grows more and more strenuous.]
LETITIA. [Enters left; screams in terror.] Henry! [They stop; a long pause.] Henry! What does this mean?