[A pause; she changes the subject.] I have
heard my father speak of you often.
HENRY. He remembered me, did he? I was only twenty when he went away.
OCEANA. He said that he taught you to play single-stick.
HENRY. Ah yes, to be sure!
OCEANA. He taught me also.
HENRY. You?
OCEANA. It was our favorite game.
HENRY. It's a rather rough game for a woman.
OCEANA. I love it. We'll have a bout.
HENRY. I'm afraid . . . I don't think I could.
OCEANA. Why not?
HENRY. [Laughs.] I should find it a psychical impossibility to hit a
woman.
OCEANA. You might find it a physical impossibility in this case. [With
sudden excitement.] Why, my trunks have come! We could have a go
before dinner. Couldn't we, Freddy?
FREDDY. I suppose so.
OCEANA. Oh, it's just what I'm pining for! To get my blood stirring
again! And you, too . . . surely you must be chafing, out of patience!
[She stops abruptly.] Oh!
MRS. MASTERSON. [Enters left.] Henry!
HENRY. Yes?
MRS. MASTERSON. When did you get here?
HENRY. Just a minute ago.
MRS. MASTERSON. You've met Anna, I see.
OCEANA. Yes, Aunt Sophronia . . . we're getting along famously.
MRS. MASTERSON. Letitia's looking for you, Henry.
HENRY. Where is she?
MRS. MASTERSON. She went home to find you.
HENRY. Humph! I came here for her.
MRS. MASTERSON. She wants you at once.
HENRY. All right. Good-bye, Oceana.
OCEANA. Until later.
HENRY [exit centre with MRS.
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