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[Looks at .] Did you hear his voice, too, Richard, with the others—out there on the strand? Your son's voice. [Smiling.] Listen! How full it is of despair!

Open the window, please, will you?

Perhaps, there, Richard, is the freedom we seek—you in one way, I in another. In him and not in us. Perhaps

Perhaps ?

I said perhaps. I would say almost surely if

If what?

[With a faint smile.] If he were mine.

Like yesterday—eh?

Good morning, Mr Hand. [He runs to and kisses him.] Buon giorno, babbo.

Buon giorno, Archie.

And where were you, my young gentleman?

Out with the milkman. I drove the horse. We went