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[Joyfully]

No! He’s circling. He’s coming back!

[The roar of the engine grows steadily nearer now]

He’s going to pass directly over us!

[Their eyes follow the plane as it comes swiftly nearer and passes directly over them]

See! He’s waving to us!

Oh, Gordon! My dear son!

[She waves frantically]

[With a last tortured protest]

Nina! Are you forgetting? He’s my son, too!

[He shouts up at the sky]

You’re my son, Gordon! You’re my—

[He controls himself abruptly—with a smile of cynical self-pity]

He can’t hear! Well, at least I’ve done my duty!

[Then with a grim fatalism—with a final wave of his hand at the sky]

Good-bye, Gordon’s son!

[With tortured exultance]

Fly up to heaven, Gordon! Fly with your love to heaven! Fly always! Never crash to earth like my old Gordon! Be happy, dear! You’ve got to be happy!