Don't lose any sleep about me. Good luck,
George!
(She goes to the doorway, upper right, turns, kisses her hand to
GEORGE and disappears. He goes to the doorway and gazes after her;
presently he raises his hand and waves in answer to another signal,
and smiles. He remains there until MINNIE is out of sight, and then
is about to come back into the room when a man appears on the
sidewalk, seen through the windows. The man is PRAG. He is a gaunt
workman, with high cheek bones and a rather fanatical light in his
blue eyes. He stands motionless, gazing at the house.)
GEORGE (calling). Do you want anything, Prag?
PRAG. I joost come to look at your house, where you live. It is no
harm, is it?
GEORGE. None at all.
(PRAG continues to stare at the house, and GEORGE obeys a sudden
impulse.)
Won't you come in, Prag?
PRAG (looking fixedly at the house). No, I stay here.
GEORGE. Come in a while,--don't be unsociable.
(PRAG crosses the lawn and enters, upper right. He surveys the room
curiously, defiantly, and then GEORGE in uniform, as he cones down
the stage.)
You're not working today?
PRAG (with bitter gloom). I lose my job, you don't hear? No, it is
nothings to you, and you go away to fight for liberty,--ain't it?
GEORGE.
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