ACT III
“Punch” lying open on the Chesterfield, picks it up, glances at it and breaks into hearty laughter.
Doctor : I beg your pardon. Punch . . . tactless of me. I apologise.
[The door L. opens and Ellen and Frank come in, lugging a trunk. They put it down, down stage L.
Frank : Phew! It’s a weight.
Jenny : Thank you, Ellen. [Ellen goes.
Doctor : Mrs. Grey . . . you will know what to choose. I’ll leave it to you. If you’ll allow me, I think I'll go out in the garden. We professional men get so little fresh air.
Frank : I’ll come with you, if I may. I was extremely interested in what you were saying. These matters of psychology, though perhaps not quite in accordance with the older teachings . . .
[They go into the garden, Frank talking hard, Doctor Anderson resigned and bored.
Jenny turns to Margaret.
Margaret : I’m sorry she wouldn’t let me go to the nursery. I wanted to know Chris’s boy. But I do see she wouldn’t like . . . it’s hers. . . . I’m sure it’s a lovely room. You say it’s just as it was?
Jenny : Yes, Chris wanted the day nursery kept. The night nursery is just a bedroom now.
Margaret : I couldn’t afford to have two
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