I was
only warning you--
MILDRED--Warning? That sounds thrilling.
SECOND ENGINEER--[Looking down the deck--with a sigh of relief.]--
There's the Fourth now. He's waiting for us. If you'll come--
MILDRED--Go on. I'll follow you. [He goes. Mildred turns a mocking
smile on her aunt.] An oaf--but a handsome, virile oaf.
AUNT--[Scornfully.] Poser!
MILDRED--Take care. He said there were dark alleyways--
AUNT--[In the same tone.] Poser!
MILDRED--[Biting her lips angrily.] You are right. But would that
my millions were not so anemically chaste!
AUNT--Yes, for a fresh pose I have no doubt you would drag the
name of Douglas in the gutter!
MILDRED--From which it sprang. Good-by, Aunt. Don't pray too hard
that I may fall into the fiery furnace.
AUNT--Poser!
MILDRED--[Viciously.] Old hag! [She slaps her aunt insultingly
across the face and walks off, laughing gaily.]
AUNT--[Screams after her.] I said poser!
[Curtain]
SCENE III
SCENE--The stokehole. In the rear, the dimly-outlined bulks of
the furnaces and boilers. High overhead one hanging electric bulb
sheds just enough light through the murky air laden with coal dust
to pile up masses of shadows everywhere. A line of men, stripped
to the waist, is before the furnace doors.
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