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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. Let.i.tia'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. 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 Let.i.tia.
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.] h.e.l.lo! 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?
