"Charley, tell me this, Charley, tell me that." All the time, "Charley, no tell this, Charley, no tell that." Sitka Charley tired. Sitka Charley much tired. Sitka Charley dam tired. Now Sitka Charley tell. _(He pauses, while Mrs. Eppingwell waits expectantly, and Freda, with expressionless face, faces audience.)_ Sitka Charley big fool, too. Him think you love Vanderlip. Him think Freda love Vanderlip. _(Shaking head.)_ No love. All the same make Vanderlip big fool. All the time all womans make all mans big fool. You say, No tell Freda. Freda say, No tell you. All right. Sitka Charley no tell. Now Sitka Charley much tired. Now him tell. Um, him drive Freda's dogs. Freda say, "Charley, bring Flossie girl much quick." _(Looking at Mrs. Eppingwell with expression of pride, boastfully.)_ Sitka Charley bring Flossie girl much quick. MRS. EPPINGWELL Who was the woman at the water-hole? SITKA CHARLEY Um Lisznayi woman. _(Mrs. Eppingwell is surprised. Capt. Eppingwell makes dumb show of delight.)_ MRS. EPPINGWELL _(Beaten, pathetically.)_ Archie, will you ever have faith in me again? SITKA CHARLEY _(Moving toward door, turning toward back of Freda's chair.)_ Dogs much hungry. _(Stops and waits, looking at Freda's chair.)_ Um, me go feed dogs. _(After regarding chair for a moment, starts on toward street door. Again stops and looks at chair.)_ I go now, Freda. FREDA _(Not turning head, expressionless face and voice.)_ Good night, Charley. _(Sitka Charley makes exit. Door slams.)_ _(Mrs. Eppingwell looks toward Freda's chair, starts as though to go to Freda, hesitates, and stops. Turns upon Capt. Eppingwell and shoves him toward street door. Capt. Eppingwell makes exit. Door slams. Mrs. Eppingwell remains standing on one side of door, looking toward Freda's chair. Maid stands on other side of door, looking at Mrs. Eppingwell.)_ _(When door slams, Freda rises to her feet. The breakdown has come.)_ FREDA Thank God! _(Without looking toward street door, or becoming aware that Mrs. Eppingwell still remains, Freda goes rapidly to right, to couch, sobs struggling up, her breast heaving. She sinks to floor, resting arms on couch, face buried in arms and couch, and sobs convulsively.)_ _(Mrs. Eppingwell comes forward and touches Freda on shoulder.)_ FREDA _(Starting, but not looking up.)_ It is all right, Minnie. You may go to bed. _(Goes on sobbing.)_ _(Mrs. Eppingwell waits a moment, sits down on couch, and rests hand on Freda's head.)_ MRS. EPPINGWELL _(Very gently.)_ Freda. FREDA _(Starting with violent surprise and looking up.)_ You! MRS. EPPINGWELL _(Gently.)_ Yes, I. FREDA _(Trying to be harsh, but succeeding in being only reproachful.)_ I asked you to go. _(Turns face away from Mrs. Eppingwell and looks straight forward toward audience.)_ MRS. EPPINGWELL _(Gently.)_ Freda