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18 . The boy was not alone that first time. He was accompanied by—I don’t know how to describe it; by a ball of light, not as big as my fist, but it darted about the room like a living thing.

(though open-minded). That is very unusual. It escaped with the boy?

. Yes. (Sliding her hand into his.) George, what can all this mean?

(ever ready). What indeed!

(This intimate scene is broken by the return of with a bottle in her mouth.)

(at once dissembling). What is that, Nana? Ah, of course: Michael, it is your medicine.

(promptly). Won’t take it.

(recalling his youth). Be a man, Michael.

. Won’t.

(weakly). I’ll get you a lovely chocky to take after it. (She leaves the room, though her husband calls after her.)

. Mary, don’t pamper him. When I was your age, Michael, I took medicine