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I don’t know. But I know you aren’t his friend. And sometime I’m going to tell him I saw you—

[With great seriousness now—deeply moved]

Listen! There are things a man of honor doesn’t tell anyone—not even his mother or father. You want to be a man of honor, don’t you?

[Intensely]

There are things we don’t tell, you and I!

[He has put his hand around shoulder impulsively]

This is my son! I love him!

[Thinking—terribly torn]

Why do I like him now? I like him awful!

[Crying]

We?—who d’you mean?—I’ve got honor!—more’n you!—you don’t have to tell me!—I wasn’t going to tell Dad anyway, honest I wasn’t! We?—what d’you mean, we?—I’m not like you! I don’t want to be ever like you!

[There is the sound of a door being flung open and shut and hearty voice]

[From the entrance hall]

Hello, everybody!

[Slapping on the back]

Buck up, son! Here he is! Hide that boat or he’ll ask questions.