TIME: Five days later. It is afternoon in the same two rooms in the Hotel Florida, 109 and 110.

The scene is the same as Scene III Act II except that the door is open between the two rooms. The poster flaps open at the bottom inPHILIP’Sroom, on the night table by the bed, there is a vase full of chrysanthemums. There is a bookcase along the wall to the right of the bed, and cretonne covers on the chairs. There are curtains on the windows, of the same cretonne, and the bed has a cover over its white spread. All clothes are hung neatly on hangers, and three pairs ofPHILIP’Sboots, all brushed and polished, are being put into the closet byPETRA. DOROTHYin the next room, 109, is trying on a silver fox cape before the mirror.

DOROTHY. Petra, please come here!

PETRA. [Straightening her little and old body up from putting the boots away] Yes, Señorita!

[PETRA goes around and comes in by the proper door to 109, knocking as she opens it]

PETRA. [Holding her hands together] Oh, Señorita, it’s beautiful!

DOROTHY. [Looking over her shoulder into the mirror] It’s not right, Petra. I don’t know what they’ve done, but it’s not right!

PETRA. It looks lovely, Señorita!

DOROTHY. No, there’s something wrong with the top of the collar. And I can’t speak Spanish well enough to explain to that fool of a furrier. He is a fool.

[You hear some one coming down the hall. It is PHILIP. He opens the door to 110 and looks around. He takes off his leather coat, and tosses it onto the bed, then sails his beret toward the clothes-rack in the corner. It falls on the floor. He sits down on one of the cretonne-covered chairs, and pulls his boots off. He leaves them standing, dripping, in the middle of the floor and goes over to the bed. He picks up his coat from the bed and throws it onto a chair. It sprawls there. Then he lies down on the bed, pulls the pillows out from under the cover to make a pile under his head, and turns on the reading light. He reaches down, opens the double door of the night table, by the bed, gets out a bottle of whiskey, pours himself a drink into the glass which had been placed neatly, top down, on top of the water bottle, and splashes water into it. With the glass in his left hand, he reaches over to the bookcase for a book. He lies back a moment, still, then shrugs his shoulders and twists uncomfortably. Finally, he brings a pistol out from underneath his belt band and lays it on the bedcover beside him. He draws his knees up, takes his first sip of the drink, and commences to read]

DOROTHY. [From the next room] Philip, Philip darling!

PHILIP. Yes.

DOROTHY. Come in here, please.

PHILIP. No, dear.