(_He stops as_ LOIS _opens the door, comes in, and bangs it behind
her. She looks peevishly at_ JULIE _and then suddenly catches
sight of the young man in the window_)
LOIS: (_In horror_) Mr. Calkins!
THE YOUNG MAN: (_Surprised_) Why I thought you said you were
wearing pinkish white!
(_After one despairing stare_ LOIS _shrieks, throws up her
hands in surrender, and sinks to the floor._)
THE YOUNG MAN: (_In great alarm_) Good Lord! She’s fainted! I’ll
be right in.
(JULIE’S _eyes light on the towel which has slipped from_ LOIS’S
_inert hand._)
JULIE: In that case I’ll be right out.
(_She puts her hands on the side of the tub to lift herself out and
a murmur, half gasp, half sigh, ripples from the audience._
_A Belasco midnight comes quickly down and blots out the stage._)