MASTERSON.]
OCEANA. So that is Henry! Tell me, Ethel, have they any children?
ETHEL. Yes . . . two.
OCEANA. How long have they been married?
ETHEL. Six years.
OCEANA. Six years! And is he really happy?
ETHEL. Why . . . you know Letitia.
OCEANA. Yes, but I don't know Henry.
ETHEL. [Laughs.] I guess he's so-so. Like most of us.
OCEANA. [Half to herself.] I'll find out for myself. ['Phone rings;
FREDDY rises.] What's that? It's the 'phone. [Rises.] I hadn't noticed
it before! How interesting!
ETHEL. That's so! You never saw one?
FREDDY. [At 'phone.] Hello! Yes, this is Mrs. Masterson's. This is her
son. Can't I take the message? Oh, from Miss Pilkington. Oh! Why,
that's too bad! Why no, of course not. Tell Miss Pilkington we're as
sorry as can be! No, I'll attend to it. Good-bye. [Turns.] Miss
Pilkington can't come!
ETHEL. What?
FREDDY. She's slipped in the snow and hurt her ankle.
ETHEL. Oh, Freddy!
OCEANA. What a shame!
[They stare at one another.]
ETHEL. Was that she at the 'phone?
FREDDY. No, her maid. She's laid up.
ETHEL. What in the world will we do?
FREDDY. It's too late to notify people.
ETHEL. How perfectly beastly!
FREDDY. I'll go tell mother.
OCEANA. No, wait!
FREDDY. What is it?
OCEANA. I've an idea.
FREDDY. What?
OCEANA. Why not let ME take her place?
ETHEL. How do you mean?
OCEANA. Let me dance!
ETHEL. Oh!
OCEANA. Why not? I'd love to do it.
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