MAUD. [Hurriedly, in a panic.] I"ll give you a reason--a--a good one.
I--I--am not Harry Jones.
FITZSIMMONS. [Grimly.] A good reason in itself to call in the police.
MAUD. That isn"t the reason. I"m--a--Oh! I"m so ashamed.
FITZSIMMONS. [Sternly.] I should say you ought to be. [Reaches for telephone receiver.]
MAUD. [In rush of desperation.] Stop! I"m a--I"m a--a girl. There!
[Sinks down in chair, burying her face in her hands.]
[FITZSIMMONS, hanging up receiver, grunts.]
[MAUD removes hands and looks at him indignantly. As she speaks her indignation grows.]
MAUD. I only wanted your cigarette case to prove to my brother that I had been here. I--I"m Maud Sylvester, and you never took me out once.
And I"m not a black sheep. And I don"t dress loudly, and I haven"t a--a tapeworm.
FITZSIMMONS. [Grinning and pulling out card from vest pocket.] I knew you were Miss Sylvester all the time.
MAUD. Oh! You brute! I"ll never speak to you again.
FITZSIMMONS. [Gently.] You"ll let me see you safely out of here.
MAUD. [Relenting.] Ye-e-s. [She rises, crosses to table, and is about to stoop for motor cloak and bonnet, but he forestall her, holds cloak and helps her into it.] Thank you. [She takes off wig, fluffs her own hair becomingly, and puts on bonnet, looking every inch a pretty young girl, ready for an automobile ride.]
FITZSIMMONS. [Who, all the time, watching her transformation, has been growing bashful, now handing her the cigarette case.] Here"s the cigarette case. You may k-k-keep it.
MAUD. [Looking at him, hesitates, then takes it.] I thank you--er--Bob.
I shall treasure it all my life. [He is very embarra.s.sed.] Why, I do believe you"re bashful. What is the matter?
FITZSIMMONS. [Stammering.] Why--I--you--You are a girl--and--a--a--deuced pretty one.
MAUD. [Taking his arm, ready to start for door.] But you knew it all along.
FITZSIMMONS. But it"s somehow different now when you"ve got your girl"s clothes on.
MAUD. But you weren"t a bit bashful--or nice, when--you--you--[Blurting it out.] Were so anxious about birth marks.
[They start to make exit.]
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