ADELAIDE: (_gently_) But can't you see that one may do that to one's
self?
CLAIRE: (_thinks of this, looks suddenly tired--then smiles_) Well, at
least I've changed the keys.
HARRY: 'Locked in.' Bunkum. Get that our of your head, Claire. Who's
locked in? Nobody that I know of, we're all free Americans. Free as air.
ADELAIDE: I wish you'd come and hear one of Mr Morley's sermons, Claire.
You're very old-fashioned if you think sermons are what they used to be.
CLAIRE: (_with interest_) And do they still sing 'Nearer, my God, to
Thee'?
ADELAIDE: They do, and a noble old hymn it is. It would do you no harm
at all to sing it.
CLAIRE: (_eagerly_) Sing it to me, Adelaide. I'd like to hear you sing
it.
ADELAIDE: It would be sacrilege to sing it to you in this mood.
CLAIRE: (_falling back_) Oh, I don't know. I'm not so sure God would
agree with you. That would be one on you, wouldn't it?
ADELAIDE: It's easy to feel one's self set apart!
CLAIRE: No, it isn't.
ADELAIDE: (_beginning anew_) It's a new age, Claire. Spiritual values--
CLAIRE: Spiritual values! (_in her brooding way_) So you have pulled
that up. (_with cunning_) Don't think I don't know what it is you do.
ADELAIDE: Well, what do I do? I'm sure I have no idea what you're
talking about.
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