ANITA. Is not the truth. Is get tired, yes. Is want to go away, yes. Is run around, yes. Is get angry, yes, yes. Is treat bad, yes, plenty. Is change? No. Only is to start different habits. Is a habit is all. Right away is the same with whoever.

PHILIP. I see that. Yes, that’s right. But you see it’s this sort of running into some one from your own people, and it upsets you.

ANITA. Is not from your own people. Is not like you. Is a different breed of people.

PHILIP. No, it’s the same sort of people.

ANITA. Listen, that big blonde make you crazy already. This soon you can’t think good. Is no more the same as you as blood and paint. Is look the same. Can a blood. Can a paint. All right. Put the paint in the body, instead of blood. What you get? American woman.

PHILIP. You’re unjust to her, Anita. Granted she’s lazy and spoiled, and rather stupid, and enormously on the make. Still she’s very beautiful, very friendly, and very charming and rather innocent—and quite brave.

ANITA. Hokay. Beautiful? What you want with beautiful when you’re through? I know you. Friendly? Hokay; is friendly can be unfriendly. Charming? Yes. Is a charming like the snake with rabbits. Innocent? You make me laugh. Ha, ha, ha. Is a innocent until a prove the guilty. Brave? Brave? You make me laugh again if I have any laugh left in my belly. Brave? All right. I laugh. Ho, ho, ho. What you do all the time this war you can’t tell a ignorance from a brave? Brave? My this——

[She rises from the table and slaps her behind]

So. Now I go.

PHILIP. You’re awfully hard on her.

ANITA. Hard on her? I like to throw a hand grenade in the bed where she sleeping right this minute. I tell you true. Last night I try all that stuff. All that sacrifice. All that giveup. You know. Now have one good healthy feeling. I hate.

[She goes]

PHILIP. [To theWAITER] You haven’t seen a comrade from the International Brigades here asking for me? Name of Max? A comrade with a face sort of broken across here.

[He puts his hand across his mouth and jaw]

A comrade with his teeth gone in front? With sort of black gums where they burnt them with a red-hot iron? And with a scar here?

[He runs his finger across the lower angle of his jaw]

Have you seen such a comrade?

WAITER. He hasn’t been here.

PHILIP. If such a comrade comes, will you ask him to come to the hotel?

WAITER. What hotel?

PHILIP. He’ll know what hotel.

[Starts out and looks back]

Tell him I went out looking for him.

CURTAIN