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182 happy, not the least bit! So what’s the good? And how can we really know that his thinking our child was his would do him any good? We can’t! It’s all guesswork. The only thing sure is that we love each other.

[Dazedly]

Yes.

[A noise from the hall and ''comes in from the rear. He sees their two hands together hut mistakes their meaning''.]

[Genially—with a forced self-confident air]

Well, Doc, how’s the patient? I think she’s much better, don’t you—although she won’t admit it.

[At the first sound of voice, pulls his hand from  as if it were a hot coal—avoiding  eyes, moving away from her jerkily and self-consciously]

Yes. Much better.

Good!

[He pats ''on the back. She shrinks away. His confidence vanishes in a flash'']

[Thinking miserably]

Why does she shrink away if I even touch her?

[Matter-of-factly]

I must see how lunch is coming on. You’ll stay, of course, Ned?