[The record has stopped. In the other room you see that the MANAGER has gone out and that the MAID has come in and is making a pile of PRESTON’S things on the bed]

DOROTHY. What are they, Philip?

PHILIP. One is move out of this hotel, and the other is go back to America.

DOROTHY. Why, you impudent, impertinent man. Why you’re worse than Preston.

PHILIP. I mean them both. This hotel’s no place for you now. I mean it.

DOROTHY. And I was just beginning to be so happy with you. Philip, don’t be silly. Please, darling, don’t be silly.

[At the door of the other room you see the YOUNG COMRADE WILKINSON in I.B. uniform at the open door]

WILKINSON. [To theMAID] Comrade Rawlings?

MAID. Come in and sit down. He said to wait.

[WILKINSON sits down in a chair with his back to the door. In the other room DOROTHY has put the record on the phonograph again. PHILIP lifts the needle off, and the record goes round and round on the turntable]

DOROTHY. You said you wanted a drink. Here.

PHILIP. I don’t want one.

DOROTHY. What’s the matter, darling?

PHILIP. You know I’m being serious. You must get out of here.

DOROTHY. I’m not afraid of the shelling. You know that.

PHILIP. It’s not the shelling.

DOROTHY. Well then, what is it, darling? Don’t you like me? I’d like to make you very happy here.

PHILIP. What can I do to make you get out?

DOROTHY. Nothing. I won’t go.

PHILIP. I’ll have you moved over to the Victoria.

DOROTHY. You will not.

PHILIP. I wish I could talk to you.

DOROTHY. But why can’t you?

PHILIP. I can’t ever talk to any one.

DOROTHY. But darling, that’s just an inhibition. You could go to an analyst and have that fixed in no time. It’s easy and it’s very fascinating.

PHILIP. You’re hopeless. But you’re beautiful. I’ll just have you moved out.

[He puts the needle back on the record and winds up the phonograph]

PHILIP. I’m sorry if I seem dismal.

DOROTHY. It’s probably just your liver, darling.