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Sail?

Didn’t he tell you he was sailing for Europe? He’s going over for a year or so to study.

A year or so!

[Wildly]

I’ve got to call him up! No, I’ll go in and see him right now!

[She takes a wavering step toward the door]

[Thinking in anguish]

Go! go to him! find him! my lover!

He won’t be there, I’m afraid. He said we couldn’t reach him, that he’d be visiting friends out of town until he sailed.

[Solicitously]

Why, do you have to see him about something important, Nina? Perhaps I could locate—

[Stammering and swaying]

No.

[She stifles an hysterical laugh]

No, nothing—nothing important—nothing is important—ha—!

[She stifles another laugh—then on the verge of fainting, weakly]

Sam! Help me—