ANNA--Listen, Mat! You hadn't come, and I'd gave up hope. But--in the station--I couldn't go. I'd bought my ticket and everything. [She takes the ticket from her dress and tries to hold it before his eyes.] But I got to thinking about you--and I couldn't take the train--I couldn't! So I come back here--to wait some more. Oh, Mat, don't you see I've changed? Can't you forgive what's dead and gone--and forget it? BURKE--[Turning on her--overcome by rage again.] Forget, is it? I'll not forget 'til my dying day, I'm telling you, and me tormented with thoughts. [In a frenzy.] Oh, I'm wishing I had wan of them fornenst me this minute and I'd beat him with my fists 'till he'd be a bloody corpse! I'm wishing the whole lot of them will roast in hell 'til the Judgment Day--and yourself along with them, for you're as bad as they are. ANNA--[Shuddering.] Mat! [Then after a pause--in a voice of dead, stony calm.] Well, you've had your say. Now you better beat it. BURKE--[Starts slowly for the door--hesitates--then after a pause.] And what'll you be doing? ANNA--What difference does it make to you? BURKE--I'm asking you! ANNA--[In the same tone.] My bag's packed and I got my ticket. I'll go to New York to-morrow. BURKE--[Helplessly.] You mean--you'll be doing the same again? ANNA--[Stonily.] Yes. BURKE--[In anguish.] You'll not! Don't torment me with that talk! 'Tis a she-divil you are sent to drive me mad entirely! ANNA--[Her voice breaking.] Oh, for Gawd's sake, Mat, leave me alone! Go away! Don't you see I'm licked? Why d'you want to keep on kicking me? BURKE--[Indignantly.] And don't you deserve the worst I'd say, God forgive you? ANNA--All right. Maybe I do. But don't rub it in. Why ain't you done what you said you was going to? Why ain't you got that ship was going to take you to the other side of the earth where you'd never see me again? BURKE--I have. ANNA--[Startled.] What--then you're going--honest? BURKE--I signed on to-day at noon, drunk as I was--and she's sailing to-morrow. ANNA--And where's she going to? BURKE--Cape Town. ANNA--[The memory of having heard that name a little while before coming to her--with a start, confusedly.] Cape Town? Where's that. Far away? BURKE--'Tis at the end of Africa. That's far for you. ANNA--[Forcing a laugh.] You're keeping your word all right, ain't you? [After a slight pause--curiously.] What's the boat's name? BURKE--The Londonderry. ANNA--[It suddenly comes to her that this is the same ship her father is sailing on.] The Londonderry! It's the same--Oh, this is too much! [With wild, ironical laughter.] Ha-ha-ha! BURKE--What's up with you now? ANNA--Ha-ha-ha! It's funny, funny! I'll die laughing! BURKE--[Irritated.] Laughing at what? ANNA--It's a secret. You'll know soon enough. It's funny. [Controlling herself--after a pause--cynically.] What kind of a place is this Cape Town? Plenty of dames there, I suppose?