Marsden
[Thinking]
What does he mean? . . . how far did she? . . . how many? . . .
[Coldly and sneeringly]
May I ask on what specific actions of hers this theory of yours is based?
Darrell
[Coldly in turn]
On her evident craving to make an exhibition of kissing, necking, petting—whatever you call it—spooning in general—with any patient in the institution who got a case on her!
[Ironically—thinking]
Spooning! . . . rather a mild word for her affairs . . . but strong enough for this ladylike soul. . . .
Marsden
[Bitterly]
He’s lying! . . . what’s he trying to hide? . . . was he one of them? . . . her lover? . . . I must get her away from him . . . get her to marry Evans! . . .
[With authority]
Then she mustn’t go back to your hospital, that’s certain!
Darrell
[Quickly]
You’re quite right. And that brings me to what I want you to urge her to do.
Marsden
[Thinking suspiciously]
He doesn’t want her back . . . I must have been
