Julie: (Interested at once) Oh, how fascinating.
The Young Man: —a forger ahead. Lois, I want you.
Julie: (Skeptically) Huh! What you really want is for the
world to come to attention and stand there till you give
"Rest!"
The Young Man: Lois I—Lois I——
(He stops as Lois opens the door, comes in, and bangs it
behind her. She looks peevishly at Julie and then sud-
denly catches sight of the young man in the window)
lois: (In horror) Mr. Calkins!
The Young Man: (Surprised) Why I thought you said you
were wearing pinkish white!
(After one despairing stare Lois shrieks, throws up her
hands in surrender, and sinks to the floor.)
The Young Man: (In great alarm) Good Lord! She's
fainted! I'll be right in.
(Julie's eyes light on the towel which has slipped from
Lois's inert hand.)
Julie: In that case I'll be right out.
(She puts her hands on the side of the tub to lift herself
out and a murmur, half gasp, half sigh, ripples from the
audience. A Belasco midnight comes quickly down and
blots out the stage.)
CurTain. H
HYLAND
