Dr. Jonathan

GEORGE. No, you won't.

MINNIE. I was silly. But we had a good time while it lasted,--didn't we, George?

(She evades him deftly, and picks up the life-preserving suit.)

What's this?--a full dress uniform?

GEORGE. When a submarine gets you, all you've got to do is to jump overboard and blow this--

(He draws the siren from the pocket and starts to blow it, but she seizes his hand.)

--and float around until a destroyer picks you up.

(Takes from another pocket a metal lunch box.)

This is for pate de foie gras sandwiches, and there's room in here--

(Indicating another pocket.)

--for a bottle of fizz. Come along with me, Minnie, ship as a Red Cross nurse, and I'll buy you one. The Atlantic wouldn't be such a bad place, with you,--and we wouldn't be in a hurry to blow the siren. You'd look like a peach in a white costume, too.

MINNIE. Don't you like me in this?

GEORGE. Sure, but I'd like that better.