Fred
As Edna shows signs of bolting.
No—don’t go away. This is—Miss Fletcher.
Eileen
Appraisingly.
Hello.
Fred
And this is Miss Baker. She’s the little girl—I mean, I used to know her when—
Edna
Who can’t stand it.
I’ll be going if you don’t mind. Goodbye, Fred.
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.