ACT I
Frank : Here . . . now?
Kitty : Yes. I’ve got to face it. Why not now?
Frank : Very well. Kitty, you must be brave.
Kitty : Yes. [He goes to the window.
Frank!
Frank : What?
Kitty : Just one thing more. (With an intense effort.) Did you tell him . . . about Oliver?
Frank : Oliver?
Kitty : The child. Our child.
Frank : No . . . I . . . I’m afraid I had forgotten. Do you wish me to . . . now?
Kitty (hard) : No. I won’t hold him by sentiment or . . . or pity. Go and bring him in.
[Frank goes.
Jenny.
Jenny (rising and coming to her) : Oh, Kitty.
Kitty : What have I done to deserve this? I’ve been a good wife to him, haven’t I? I’ve done my best. I’ve loved him. And now this woman . . . he belongs to her. He isn’t ours any more.
Jenny : Kitty . . . he’s ill. Chris is ill.
Kitty : You’re saying what she said.
Jenny : But he is ill! What else is there to say?
Kitty : Jenny, he won’t know me. He’ll look at me and not know me. All these years . . . nothing. Even you he’ll know . . . you’re only
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