Eileen
Hello! … Oh, no, not at all. What train? … You’re sure of that, are you? Nothing, only I thought you might be mistaken. Everybody makes mistakes, you know. Yes, I can imagine. It must have been terribly tiresome in Philadelphia all day. … What? … Oh, really? I thought you were leaving tomorrow. … What time tonight? … My, it must be important! … Then—I won’t have a chance to say goodbye before you go. … Oh, no, don’t trouble yourself—it’s quite all right. … Yes, I’m sure you are … No, I don’t mind a bit. I’m just sorry you have to spend the night on a train, that’s all. … Oh, perfectly! … Have a pleasant trip.
To say that the lady is sarcastic is putting it mildly.; It’s a good chance for Maxie to escape, and he leaps up. While Eileen is still talking he manages to get out— “Goodbye, everybody! I’m due at the Orchard! Glad to have met you, Stevens,” etc. Paul follows him out with: “Now look! Don’t say anything to Fagan, because I don’t want him to know until—” The voices die out. Fred , a bit embarrassed, is left alone with the two girls, while Eileen continues her phone talk.; Her tone indicates that this is the body blow.; But she doesn’t mean “pleasant trip.” She hangs up; a look flashes between her and Lucille.
Lucille
Coming back to the present.
Mr.Mr. Stevens, this is my sister, Miss Fletcher. Eileen—Mr.Mr. Stevens.
She gives a broad wave of the hand, as if to say, “And if you want him, he’s yours.”