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LETITIA. [Enters left; screams in terror.] Henry! [They stop; a long
pause.] Henry! What does this mean?
HENRY. My dear . . .
[Stops for lack of breath.]
OCEANA. Freddy, my robe.
[Wraps herself and sits in chair, smiling.]
LETITIA. What does this mean?
MRS. MASTERSON. Of all the shameless and insane procedures!
LETITIA. Are you mad, Henry?
OCEANA. No, no, Letitia. We know just what we're about. You see, your
husband and I are considering whether or not we shall fall in love
with each other.
LETITIA. [Wildly.] Oh!
MRS. MASTERSON. Monstrous!
DR. MASTERSON. Oceana!
LETITIA. How dare you?
OCEANA. He's interested, you know. I've got hold of him.
LETITIA. [Furiously.] Henry, you stand there and permit her to insult
me . . .
HENRY. My dear, believe me . . .
OCEANA. [Sharply.] Stop, Henry! [A pause.] Look at me!
HENRY. Well?
OCEANA. Don't tell her a lie. A lie is the thing I never pardon.
HENRY. Why . . . why . . .
[Falls silent.]
MRS. MASTERSON. Henry!
FREDDY. Gee whiz!
LETITIA. Henry, I demand that you come home with me instantly.
OCEANA. Don't go.
LETITIA. [Almost speechless.] If you stay here, you stay alone!
OCEANA. [Rises, casts aside her robe, stretches wide her arms.]
Letitia! Look at me! Am I the sort of woman that you can safely leave
your husband alone with?
LETITIA. [Stares at her terrified, then bursts into tears and flings
herself into HENRY'S arms.
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