[Then angrily]
Why did she have to bring that Darrell with her?
Nina
[Flatly]
When I said good-bye that night I had a premonition I’d never see him again.
Marsden
[Glad of this opening for moral indignation]
You’ve never tried to see him, Nina!
[Then overcome by disgust with himself—contritely]
Forgive me! It was rotten of me to say that!
Nina
[Shaking her head—flatly]
I didn’t want him to see what he would have thought was me.
[Ironically]
That’s the other side of it you couldn’t dissect into words from here, Charlie!
[Then suddenly asking a necessary question in her nurse’s cool, efficient tones]
Is he upstairs?
[Marsden nods stupidly]
I’ll take Ned up. I might as well.
[She turns and walks out briskly]
Marsden
[Staring after her—dully]
That isn’t Nina. . . .
[Indignantly]
They’ve killed her soul down there! . . .
[Tears come to his eyes suddenly and he pulls out his handkerchief and wipes them, muttering huskily]
Poor old Professor! . . .
