Professor Leeds
Mary will do very well, I’m sure.
Marsden
[Thinking]
Nina has changed . . . this is no place for me . . . Mother is waiting tea. . . .
[Then venturing on an uncertain tone of pleasantry]
Quite so, you two. But isn’t this all nonsense? Nina will be back with us in a month, Professor, what with the depressing heat and humidity, and the more depressing halt and the lame!
Professor Leeds
[Sharply]
She must stay away until she gets well. This time I do speak for her sake.
Nina
I’ll take the nine-forty.
[Turning to Marsden—with a sudden girlishness]
Come on upstairs, Charlie, and help me pack!
[She grabs him by the hand and starts to pull him away]
Marsden
[Shrugging his shoulders—confusedly]
Well—I don’t understand this!
Nina
[With a strange smile]
But some day I’ll read it all in one of your books, Charlie,
