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 have been sly to sit there and not tell him. I told him, anyhow. Oh, but I can’t do it. I can’t! Go out and put an end to the poor love’s happiness, remind him of all this after the time he’s had, and the war and all. And then he’ll have to go back there back to France. I can’t! I can’t! I oughtn’t to do it, ought I? You know you love him, too. I oughtn’t.

(hardly above a whisper) : No leave him  let him be happy.

[The door R. opens and ''comes in. She is carrying, the Pekinese dog. She freezes as she sees the two women and the toys on the floor''.

Haven’t you finished yet? Chris is waiting for you, Mrs. Grey.

[ ''stares at her, open-mouthed. She passes on, averting her head from the toys, and goes out by the door L''.

(staring after her) : Oh, the poor thing! The little dog’s hers? Chris thought it must be yours. He didn’t think she’d be fond of dogs.



[A long silence.

I’ll put these things back.

(stonily) : No! Chris is a man. He’s grown up. He’s got to face things. It was