[Thinking admiringly]
Wonderful-looking as ever . . . Sam is a lucky devil! . . .
Nina
[Thinking]
Strong hands like Gordon’s . . . take hold of you . . . not like Sam’s . . . yielding fingers that let you fall back into yourself . . .
[Teasingly]
I ought to cut you dead after the shameful way you’ve ignored us!
Darrell
[A bit embarrassedly]
I’ve really meant to write.
[His eyes examining her keenly]
Been through a lot since I saw her . . . face shows it . . . nervous tension pronounced . . . hiding behind her smile . . .
Nina
[Uneasy under his glance]
I hate that professional look in his eyes . . . watching symptoms . . . without seeing me . . .
[With resentful mockery]
Well, what do you suspect is wrong with the patient now, Doctor?
[She laughs nervously]
Sit down, Ned. I suppose you can’t help your diagnosing stare.
[She turns from him and sits down in the rocker at center]
Darrell
[Quickly averting his eyes—sits down—jokingly]
Same old unjust accusation! You were always reading diag-
