Oh, pardon me, my mistake.

(A locomotive whistle is heard at a distance. ALICE listens
eagerly. As the whistle dies away and is not repeated, her face
shows her disappointment.)

HATCH:
What was that? There's no trains this time of night.

ALICE:
(speaking partly to herself)
It was a freight train, going the other way.

HATCH:
(suspiciously)
The other way? The other way from where?

ALICE:
From where it started. Do you know, I've always wanted to meet a
burglar. But it's so difficult. They go out so seldom.

HATCH:
Yes, and they arrive so late.

ALICE:
(laughingly)
Now, that's much better. It's so nice of you to have a sense of
humor. While you're there, just close those blinds, please, so
that the neighbors can't see what scandalous hours we keep. And
then you can make a light. This is much too gloomy for a supper