We'll do gay things. I'll have a lot of beaus around for you. Anything
else. Not--this is--Not this.
ELIZABETH: As you like, mother, of course. I just would have been so
glad to--to share the thing that interests you. (_hurt borne with good
breeding and a smile_)
HARRY: Claire! (_which says, 'How can you?'_)
CLAIRE: (_who is looking at_ ELIZABETH) Yes, I will try.
TOM: I don't think so. As Claire says--anything else.
ELIZABETH: Why, of course--I don't at all want to intrude.
HARRY: It'll do Claire good to take someone in. To get down to brass
tacks and actually say what she's driving at.
CLAIRE: Oh--_Harry_. But yes--I will try. (_does try, but no words come.
Laughs_) When you come to say it it's not--One would rather not nail it
to a cross of words--(_laughs again_) with brass tacks.
HARRY: (_affectionately_) But I want to see you put things into words,
Claire, and realize just where you are.
CLAIRE: (_oddly_) You think that's a--good idea?
ELIZABETH: (_in her manner of holding the world capably in her hands_)
Now let's talk of something else. I hadn't the least idea of making
mother feel badly.
CLAIRE: (_desperately_) No, we'll go on. Though I don't know--where
we'll end.
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