Sam’s baby . . . Darrell’s love must have seemed like treachery . . . so she sent him away . . . that must be it . . .
[With satisfaction]
Yes, I’ve got it straight now. . . .
[With contemptuous pity]
Poor Darrell . . . I have no use for him but I did pity him when I ran across him in Munich . . . he was going the pace . . . looked desperate . . .
[Then gloomily]
My running away was about as successful as his . . . as if one could leave one’s memory behind! . . . I couldn’t forget Mother . . . she haunted me through every city of Europe . . .
[Then irritatedly]
I must get back to work! . . . not a line written in over a year! . . . my public will be forgetting me! . . . a plot came to me yesterday . . . my mind is coming around again . . . I am beginning to forget, thank God! . . .
[Then remorsefully]
No, I don’t want to forget you, Mother! . . . but let me remember . . . without pain! . . .
Evans
[Turning over a page of his paper]
There’s going to be the biggest boom before long this country has ever known, or I miss my guess, Nina.
Nina
[With great seriousness]
Do you think so, Sammy?
Evans
[Decidedly]
I’m dead sure of it.
