Fred
No—look! Don’t go away!
Edna
Yes, I must! I—goodbye, Miss Fletcher!
She rushes off. Fred hesitates for a second; then starts out after her.
Eileen
Fred!
Fred
Stopping short.
Huh?
Eileen
Why, what’s the matter with you? One would almost think it was her you were going to marry instead of me.
Fred
Facing her.
I got to tell you something.
Eileen
Why, what is it?
Fred
I don’t want to get married! I mean—you and I!
Eileen
Do you know what you’re saying?
Fred
I can’t help it! I shouldn’t ever have done it! I didn’t realize!
Eileen
Well! This is a fine time to tell me! Why didn’t you wait till Friday!