ANTHONY: We're going in together, Miss Claire. Don't you remember? Oh
(_looking resentfully at the others_) don't let any little thing spoil
it for you--the work of all those days--the hope of so many days.
CLAIRE: Yes--that's it.
ANTHONY: You're afraid you haven't done it?
CLAIRE: Yes, but--afraid I have.
HARRY: (_cross, but kindly_) That's just nervousness, Claire. I've had
the same feeling myself about making a record in flying.
CLAIRE: (_curiously grateful_) You have, Harry?
HARRY: (_glad enough to be back in a more usual world_) Sure. I've been
afraid to know, and almost as afraid of having done it as of not having
done it.
(CLAIRE _nods, steps nearer, then again pulls back_.)
CLAIRE: I can't go in there. (_she almost looks at_ TOM) Not today.
ANTHONY: But, Miss Claire, there'll be things to see today we can't see
tomorrow.
CLAIRE: You bring it in here!
ANTHONY: In--out from its own place? (_she nods_) And--where they are?
(_again she nods. Reluctantly he goes to the door_) I will not look into
the heart. No one must know before you know.
(_In the inner room, his head a little turned away, he is seen very
carefully to lift the plant which glows from within. As he brings it in,
no one looks at it_.
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