ANNA--[Looking him over with contempt.] So you come back at last, did you? You're a fine looking sight! [Then jeeringly.] I thought you'd beaten it for good on account of the disgrace I'd brought on you. CHRIS--[Wincing-faintly.] Don't say dat, Anna, please! [He sits in a chair by the table, setting down the can of beer, holding his head in his hands] ANNA--[Looks at him with a certain sympathy.] What's the trouble? Feeling sick? CHRIS--[Dully.] Inside my head feel sick. ANNA--Well, what d'you expect after being soused for two days? [Resentfully.] It serves you right. A fine thing--you leaving me alone on this barge all that time! CHRIS--[Humbly.] Ay'm sorry, Anna. ANNA--[Scornfully] Sorry! CHRIS--But Ay'm not sick inside head vay you mean. Ay'm sick from tank too much about you, about me. ANNA--And how about me? D'you suppose I ain't been thinking, too? CHRIS--Ay'm sorry, Anna. [He sees her bag and gives a start] You pack your bag, Anna? You vas going--? ANNA--[Forcibly.] Yes, I was going right back to what you think. CHRIS--Anna! ANNA--I went ashore to get a train for New York. I'd been waiting and waiting 'till I was sick of it. Then I changed my mind and decided not to go to-day. But I'm going first thing to-morrow, so it'll all be the same in the end. CHRIS--[Raising his head--pleadingly] No, you never do dat, Anna! ANNA--[With a sneer.] Why not, I'd like to know? CHRIS--You don't never gat to do--dat vay--no more, Ay tal you. Ay fix dat up all right. ANNA--[Suspiciously.] Fix what up? CHRIS--[Not seeming to have heard her question--sadly.] You vas vaiting, you say? You vasn't vaiting for me, Ay bet. ANNA--[Callously.] You'd win. CHRIS--For dat Irish fallar? ANNA--[Defiantly.] Yes--if you want to know! [Then with a forlorn laugh.] If he did come back it'd only because he wanted to beat me up or kill me, I suppose. But even if he did, I'd rather have him come than not show up at all. I wouldn't care what he did. CHRIS--Ay guess it's true you vas in love with him all right. ANNA--You guess! CHRIS--[Turning to her earnestly.] And Ay'm sorry for you like hell he don't come, Anna! ANNA--[Softened.] Seems to me you've changed your tune a lot. CHRIS--Ay've been tanking, and Ay guess it vas all my fault--all bad tangs dat happen to you. [Pleadingly.] You try for not hate me, Anna. Ay'm crazy ole fool, dat's all. ANNA--Who said I hated you? CHRIS--Ay'm sorry for everytang Ay do wrong for you, Anna. Ay vant for you be happy all rest of your life for make up! It make you happy marry dat Irish fallar, Ay vant it, too. ANNA--[Dully.]--Well, there ain't no chance. But I'm glad you think different about it, anyway. CHRIS--[Supplicatingly.] And you tank--maybe--you forgive me sometime? ANNA--[With a wan smile.] I'll forgive you right now. CHRIS--[Seizing her hand and kissing it--brokenly.] Anna lilla! Anna lilla!