For you. And, moreover, you are going to come with me. You are going to let me take your arm, and you see that door there--you are going to take me out through it. VANDERLIP _(Bellicosely.)_ I see myself doing it. FREDA Yes, and I see you going on to my cabin. VANDERLIP _(Interested, curiously.)_ To your cabin? FREDA Yes, to my cabin. I want to talk with you. VANDERLIP This is a good place right here. Talk away. FREDA No, you must come with me. VANDERLIP _(Obstinately.)_ Not on your life, Freda. Right here I stay. FREDA You have seen a little of me, Floyd; but you have heard more of me. VANDERLIP _(Interrupting.)_ Oh, yes, I have heard that you play with men as a child plays with bubbles. It is a saying in the country. Well, _(Planting himself firmly.)_ I am no bubble. FREDA _(Quietly.)_ What time is it, Floyd? VANDERLIP _(Looking at watch, startled.)_ Twenty-five to twelve! Gee! I've got to get out of this! _(Makes a hasty movement, as though to start toward street door. Freda takes his arm.)_ What's this? FREDA Nothing. Come along. I am in a hurry. VANDERLIP Now look here, Freda, I'm not going with you because you're making me. I've got to go anyway. I've got to be elsewhere, and pretty quick. FREDA Oh, far from it. I never make anybody do anything. They just--do it. VANDERLIP All right, I'll let you come with me, but only outside. I'm not going to your cabin. FREDA That is for you to determine. Let us start. _(Mrs. Eppingwell talks with Indian. Mrs. Eppingwell now and again glances anxiously at Freda and Vanderlip; Mrs. McFee is more suspicious than ever, her hands involuntarily clutching and unclutching as though with desire to spring upon Freda and held back only by doubt.)_ VANDERLIP _(Absently.)_ 'I'll have to rush. Got to change my clothes-- FREDA _(Interrupting.)_ Not for my cabin. Those clothes are good enough. VANDERLIP _(Angrily.)_ But I tell you I am not going to your cabin. FREDA Oh, well, never mind. The first thing is to get out of here. After that we'll see. VANDERLIP _(Defiantly.)_ You bet we'll see. _(They start toward street door, Freda on his arm.)_ MRS. EPPINGWELL _(Hurriedly, to Capt. Eppingwell.)_ Who is that woman? CAPT. EPPINGWELL _(Awkwardly.)_ How should I know? MRS. EPPINGWELL _(Reproachfully, and hurriedly.)_ Archie! I saw her lift her mask to you a moment ago. CAPT. EPPINGWELL I can't tell--I--she-- _(Mrs. Eppingwell does not listen further, but hastens to cut off Freda and Vanderlip.)_ FREDA _(Seeing Mrs. Eppingwell approaching.)_ If anybody stops me, Floyd, I shall quarrel, I know. VANDERLIP _(Frightened.)_ For goodness' sake, don't make a scene. FREDA Then get me out of here quick. Don't stop. _(But Vanderlip stops when cut off by Mrs. Eppingwell.)_ MRS. EPPINGWELL I beg pardon. You are not going, Mr. Vanderlip? VANDERLIP _(Awkwardly.)_ I--yes, I'm going. Mrs. Eppingwell But those dances? VANDERLIP