But in my case you will be sorry for quite a different reason. PRINCE _(Curiously.)_ For what reason, then, pray? FREDA Because, after seeing my face, you will not turn me away. PRINCE _(With certitude.)_ Then there will be no reason for me to turn you away. FREDA On the contrary, all the reason in the world. But you won't. _(Prince laughs incredulously. Mrs. Mc-Fee appears in doorway to left, looks suspiciously at them, and disappears.)_ So it will be better, Stanley, if you let me in without seeing my face. PRINCE _(Starting at her use of his given name.)_ You know me!--er--well! FREDA And you know me well. Now let me pass. Some day I will tell you about it, my reason for coming here, and you will be glad. _(She starts as though to go to the ballroom.)_ PRINCE _(Springing in her way and seizing her arm.)_ No you don't, my lady! Enough fooling. Let me see your face. FREDA There have been times when you treated me less roughly. For the sake of those times, let me pass. PRINCE _(Still retaining hold on her arm, and after hesitating for a moment.)_ No, it's a bluff you're running on me. I don't know who you are, but I'm going to find out. _(He lifts free hand toward her mask.)_ FREDA You will be sorry. _(He hesitates.)_ Be in ignorance of me, and let me pass. It will be better so. PRINCE If you have no right, I'll not let you pass anyway. Now let me see you. _(Still holding her by one arm, he tries to lift mask.)_ _(Mrs. McFee appears in doorway to left and watches suspiciously.)_ _(Sitka Charley knocks and then enters through street door, Prince giving a quick glance in his direction and ascertaining that it is all right for him to enter.)_ FREDA _(In natural voice.)_ Stanley! PRINCE _(Releasing her and speaking with awe.)_ No! Not you! _(Freda lifts her mask, her back to Mrs. McFee, and for several seconds, her face serious with resolve, her eyes flashing, she gazes upon him. She lowers mask, and makes as though to start toward door to left. He hesitates, stands aside, then hesitates again.)_ It is all my social standing in Dawson is worth, to--to let you pass. FREDA _(Mockingly.)_ I told you you would be sorry. _(Seriously.)_ There is Sitka Charley. I want to speak to him. And there's that psalm-singer in the doorway. Don't let her suspect me. PRINCE I shall resign my post. FREDA Resign? You will be of more help to me if you retain it. PRINCE I have been unfaithful to it. Pass, Freda, pass. Who am I to say you nay? _(He leaves her and returns to street door. Freda goes over to Sitka Charley. Mrs. McFee disappears jrom doorway, but reappears one or two times to stare suspiciously.)_ FREDA How is Vanderlip dressed? What does he look like? SITKA CHARLEY Um all the same long black dress, like um woman. FREDA Dressed as a woman! SITKA CHARLEY _(Shaking his head.)_ No dress woman. Um like--um--um--like um priest man.