CLAIRE: That's not true.
HARRY: No. Claire loved our boy.
CLAIRE: I'm glad he didn't live.
HARRY: (_low_) Claire!
CLAIRE: I loved him. Why should I want him to live?
HARRY: Come, dear, I'm sorry I spoke of him--when you're not feeling
well.
CLAIRE: I'm feeling all right. _Just_ because I'm seeing something, it
doesn't mean I'm sick.
HARRY: Well, let's go down now. About dinner-time. I shouldn't wonder if
Emmons were here. (_as ADELAIDE is starting down stairs_) Coming,
Claire?
CLAIRE: No.
HARRY: But it's time to go down for dinner.
CLAIRE: I'm not hungry.
HARRY: But we have a guest. Two guests--Adelaide's staying too.
CLAIRE: Then you're not alone.
HARRY: But I invited Dr Emmons to meet you.
CLAIRE: (_her smile flashing_) Tell him I am violent to-night.
HARRY: Dearest--how can you joke about such things!
CLAIRE: So you do think they're serious?
HARRY: (_irritated_) No, I do not! But I want you to come down for
dinner!
ADELAIDE: Come, come, Claire; you know quite well this is not the sort
of thing one does.
CLAIRE: Why go on saying one doesn't, when you are seeing one does (_to_
TOM) Will you stay with me a while? I want to purify the tower.
(ADELAIDE _begins to disappear_)
HARRY: Fine time to choose for a _tete-a-tete.
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