Nina
[With bitter hopelessness]
Oh, all right!
Darrell
[Answering his look—thinking]
You poor fool! . . . it’ll do her good to talk this out of her system . . . and then it’ll be up to you to bring her around to Sam . . .
[Starts toward the door]
Think I’ll go out and stretch my legs.
Marsden
[Thinking—in a panic]
I don’t want to be alone with her! . . . I don’t know her! . . . I’m afraid! . . .
[Protestingly]
Well—but—hold on—I’m sure Nina would rather—
Nina
[Dully]
Let him go. I’ve said everything I can ever say—to him. I want to talk to you, Charlie.
[Darrell goes out noiselessly with a meaning look at Marsden—a pause]
Marsden
[Thinking tremblingly]
Here . . . now . . . what I hoped . . . she and I alone . . . she will cry . . . I will comfort her . . . why am I so afraid? . . . whom do I fear? . . . is it she? . . . or I? . . .
