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] Peter? (He shrugs an indifferent assent.) On with your nighties first.

(They disappear into various recesses, and and with her darning are left by the fire to dodder parentally. She emphasises it by humming a verse of ‘John Anderson my Jo,’ which has not the desired effect on . She is too loving to be ignorant that he is not loving enough, and she hesitates like one who knows the answer to her question.)

What is wrong, Peter?

(scared). It is only pretend, isn’t it, that I am their father?

(drooping). Oh yes.

(His sigh of relief is without consideration for her feelings.)

But they are ours, Peter, yours and mine.

(determined to get at facts, the only things that puzzle him). But not really?

. Not if you don’t wish it.

. I don’t.

(knowing she ought not to probe but