Marsden
[Looking after him with anger mixed with alarmed suspicion and surprise]
Darrell? . . . what’s he doing here? . . . have they been meeting? . . . perhaps he was the one who performed the . . . no, his idea was she ought to have a child . . . but if she came and begged him? . . . but why should Nina beg not to have a baby? . . .
[Distractedly]
Oh, I don’t know! . . . it’s all a sordid mess! . . . I ought to be going home! . . . I don’t want to see Darrell! . . .
[He starts for the door—then struck by a sudden thought, stops]
Wait . . . I could ask him about Mother . . . yes . . . good idea . . .
[He comes back to the middle of the room, front, and is standing there when Darrell enters, followed by Evans. Darrell has not changed in appearance except that his expression is graver and more thoughtful. His manner is more convincingly authoritative, more mature. He takes in Marsden from head to foot with one comprehensive glance]
Evans
[Awkwardly]
Ned, you remember Charlie Marsden?
Marsden
[Holding out his hand, urbanely polite]
How are you, Doctor?
Darrell
[Shaking his hand—briefly]
Hello.
