Taylor.
Sure.
[He stands in front of the door and faces her.]
Norah.
You can’t keep me here against my will. If I don’t go to-night, I can go to-morrow.
Taylor.
To-morrow’s a long way off.
[She gives a start and looks at him with staring, terrified eyes, her throat is dry with terror.]
Norah.
Frank. What d’you mean?