(He seizes her hand.)
MINNIE (struggling). Don't, George,—don't go and be foolish again!
(The shop whistle blows. She pulls away from him and backs toward
the doorway, upper right.)
There's the noon whistle! Goodbye, I'll be thinking of you, over there.
GEORGE. I'll write to you. Will you write to me, Minnie?
MINNIE (shaking her head). Don't lose any sleep about me. Good luck, George!
(She goes to the doorway, upper right, turns, kisses her hand to
GEORGE and disappears. He goes to the doorway and gazes after her;
presently he raises his hand and waves in answer to another signal,
and smiles. He remains there until MINNIE is out of sight, and then
is about to come back into the room when a man appears on the
sidewalk, seen through the windows. The man is PRAG. He is a gaunt
workman, with high cheek bones and a rather fanatical light in his
blue eyes. He stands motionless, gazing at the house.)
GEORGE (calling). Do you want anything, Prag?
PRAG. I joost come to look at your house, where you live. It is no harm, is it?
GEORGE. None at all.