THE RETURN OF THE SOLDIER
Doctor : Indeed?
Margaret : Yes. A memory that’s so strong that he’ll have to come back . . . in spite of everything . . . his discontent and all.
Doctor (surprised) : Well, I’m always willing to learn.
Margaret : Remind him of the boy.
Doctor : What boy?
Margaret : They had a boy.
Doctor (to Kitty) : You told me nothing of this!
Kitty (shivering slightly) : I didn’t think it mattered. He died five years ago.
Doctor : Ah! (Turning back to Margaret) How would you remind him?
Margaret : Suppose you gave him something the boy wore, some toy he played with.
Doctor : It would have to be you that did it.
[She bows her head.
Kitty : I don’t understand. How does it matter so much?
Doctor (after a slight pause) : I don’t know, but it does. (To Kitty) Have you any of the child’s things?
Kitty (after a silence) : Yes.
Jenny : The whole nursery is as it was. Nothing’s been touched.
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