frightened to death?

JACK. [Laughing.] No; we were too busy taking pot-shots at the Cossacks.
It was like the hunting season in the Adirondacks.

LAURA. And how did it turn out?

JACK. Oh, they were too much for us in the end. I got away, across the
ice of the Neva... I had the heel of one shoe shot off. And yet people
tell us romance is dead! Anybody who is looking for romance, and knows
what it is, can find all he wants in Russia.

[Pause.]

LAURA. [To MONTAGUE.] Have you seen my father lately?

MONTAGUE. No; not for some time.

LAURA. You may see him this evening. He promised to call for me.

MONTAGUE. Indeed!

JACK. Oh, by the way, Julia, I forgot! How's Annie?

LAURA. Oh, yes; how is she?

JULIA. She's doing well, I think. Better every day.

LAURA. Is she still violent?

JULIA. Not so much. I can always handle her now.

LAURA. Is she in the next room?

[Looking to the right.]

JULIA. Yes. She's been asleep since afternoon.

LAURA. And you still won't let me send her to a hospital?

JULIA. Oh, no. Truly, it would kill the poor girl.

LAURA. But you... with all your work, and your engagements?

JULIA. She's very quiet. And the neighbors come in and help when I'm
out. They all sympathize.

LAURA. Talking about heroism... it seems to me that you are entitled to
mention.

JULIA. Why, nonsense!... the girl was simply thrown into my arms.

LAURA. Most people would have managed to step out of the way, just the
same. You've heard the story, have you, Mr. Montague?

MONTAGUE. Bullen has told it to me. You haven't been able to get any
justice?

JACK. From the police? Hardly! But we're keeping at it, to make the
story complete. I went to see Captain Quinn to-day. "What's this?" says
he. "Annie Rogers again? Didn't your lady frien' get her pitcher in the
papers over that case? An' what more does she want?"

JULIA. I went this afternoon to see the Tammany leader of our
district...

MONTAGUE. Leary?

JULIA. The same. I went straight into his saloon. "Lady," says he, "the
goil's nutty! You got a bughouse patient on your bands! This here talk
about the white-slave traffic, ma'am... it's all the work o' these
magazine muckrakers!" "Meaning myself, Mr. Leary?" said I, and he looked
kind of puzzled. I don't think he knew who I was.

MONTAGUE. All the work of the muckrakers! I see Boss Grimes is out to
that effect also.

JACK. And I see that half a dozen clergymen sat down to a public banquet
w