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264 [ ''runs and hides the boat under the sofa. When enters,  is entirely composed and runs to him joyfully''. ''has grown stouter, his face is heavy now, he has grown executive and used to command, he automatically takes charge wherever he is. He does not look his age except that his hair has grown scanty and there is a perceptible bald spot on top. He is expensively tailored'']

[Hugging to him—lovingly]

How’s the old son? How’s the birthday coming along?

Fine, Dad!

Hello, Ned! Isn’t this kid of mine a whopper for his age, though!

[Smiling strainedly]

Yes.

[Writhing—thinking]

It hurts now! to see my son his son! I’ve had enough! get out! any excuse! I can phone afterwards! I’ll yell out the whole business if I stay!

I was just going, Sam. I’ve got to step around and see a fellow who lives near—biologist.

[He has gone to the door]

[Disappointedly]

Then you won’t be here for lunch?