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 : Wait. Let me do it for you.

[She powders face.

There!

(with a timid smile) : Isn’t it dreadful me using powder! But I wouldn’t like Chris to see Thank you. You’re so kind. You love him, too, don’t you?

[ ''turns away. The door L. opens, and comes in. He stands on the threshold and gazes at''. She rises and looks at him, long and hungrily.

Chris oh, Chris!



[ arms go out to him in a piteous gesture. has her head averted, so as not to see. moves to, slowly, as though sleep-walking; her arms enfold him, and he breaks into a flood of tears on her shoulder.

(Sobbing) Margaret oh, Margaret!

(stroking his hair) Hush hush  don’t cry  it’s all right. It’s quite all right. Chris, darling Chrissie boy  my Chris.

[She stands, holding him closely to her, while he cries.

steals to the door R., looks back at them, and then goes out with a little smothered sob.

(After a pause) Come and sit down, Chris.

(raising his head) : Margaret it’s such