Evans
[Exasperatedly, taking down his glasses]
You can’t tell a damn thing—which is which or who’s ahead—I’m going to listen in again.
[He hurries into the cabin]
Nina
[With a smile of cruel triumph—thinking]
I can tell her . . . confidentially . . . I can pretend I’m forced to tell her . . . as Sam’s mother did with me . . . because I feel it’s due to her happiness and Gordon’s . . . it will explain my objection to the engagement . . . oh, it can’t help succeeding . . . my Gordon will come back! . . . I’ll see he never gets away again! . . .
[She calls]
Madeline!
Marsden
[Thinking]
Why is she calling Madeline? . . . I must watch all this carefully! . . .
Evans
[Comes rushing out in wild alarm]
Bad news! Navy has drawn ahead—half a length—looks like Navy’s race, he said—
[Then violently]
But what does he know, that damn fool announcer—some poor boob—!
Madeline
[Excitedly]
He doesn’t know Gordon! He’s always best when he’s pushed to the limit!
