TOM: (_speaking with difficulty_) Wouldn't it be better for us to go
down there?
CLAIRE: No. So nice up here! Everybody--up here!
HARRY: (_worried_) You'll--be yourself, will you, Claire? (_She checks a
laugh, nods_.) I think he can help you.
CLAIRE: Want to ask him to--help me.
HARRY: (_as he is starting down_) He's here as a guest to-night, you
know, Claire.
CLAIRE: I suppose a guest can--help one.
TOM: (_when the silence rejects it_) Claire, you must know, it's because
it is so much, so--
CLAIRE: Be still. There isn't anything to say.
TOM: (_torn--tortured_) If it only weren't _you_!
CLAIRE: Yes,--so you said. If it weren't. I suppose I wouldn't be
so--interested! (_hears them starting up below--keeps looking at the
place where they will appear_)
(HARRY _is heard to call_, 'Coming, Dick?' _and_ DICK's _voice replies_,
'In a moment or two.' ADELAIDE _comes first_.)
ADELAIDE: (_as her head appears_) Well, these stairs should keep down
weight. You missed an awfully good dinner, Claire. And kept Mr Edgeworth
from a good dinner.
CLAIRE: Yes. We missed our dinner. (_her eyes do not leave the place
where_ DR EMMONS _will come up_)
HARRY: (_as he and_ EMMONS _appear_) Claire, this is--
CLAIRE: Yes, I know who he is.
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