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[Then suddenly jeering at himself]

For God’s sake, stop acting! it isn’t the Professor! dear old Charlie is crying because she didn’t weep on his shoulder as he had hoped!

[He laughs harshly—then suddenly sees a man outside the doorway and stares—then calls sharply]

Who’s that?

[His voice embarrassed and hesitating comes from the hall]

It’s all right.

[He appears in the doorway, grinning bashfully]

It’s me—I, I mean—Miss Leeds told me to come in here.

[He stretches out his hand awkwardly]

Guess you don’t remember me, Mr. Marsden. Miss Leeds introduced us one day at the hospital. You were leaving just as I came in. Evans is my name.

[Who has been regarding him with waning resentment, forces a cordial smile and shakes hands]

Oh, yes. At first I couldn’t place you.

[Awkwardly]

I sort of feel I’m butting in.

[Beginning to be taken by his likable boyish quality]

Not at all. Sit down.

[He sits in the rocker at center as goes to the bench at right]