MRS. MASTERSON. Henry!
FREDDY. Gee whiz!
LETITIA. Henry, I demand that you come home with me instantly.
OCEANA. Don't go.
LETITIA. [Almost speechless.] If you stay here, you stay alone!
OCEANA. [Rises, casts aside her robe, stretches wide her arms.] Letitia! Look at me! Am I the sort of woman that you can safely leave your husband alone with?
LETITIA. [Stares at her terrified, then bursts into tears and flings herself into HENRY'S arms.] Henry!
OCEANA. Ah, yes! That is safer!
HENRY. [Supports LETITIA.] My dear! My dear!
LETITIA. Come home with me!