Yes.
LAURA. I've told him.
JOHN. When?
LAURA. To-day.
JOHN. Here?
LAURA. Yes.
JOHN. With what result?
LAURA. I think it hurt him.
JOHN. Naturally.
LAURA. More than I had any idea it would.
JOHN. I'm sorry. [_Sits in armchair_.
LAURA. He cautioned me to be very careful and to be sure I knew my
way.
JOHN. That was right.
LAURA _gets a cushion in each hand off seat; crosses down to left of
armchair, throws one cushion on ground, then the other on top of
it, and kneels beside his chair. Piano in house playing a Chopin
Nocturne_.
LAURA. John.
JOHN. Yes.
LAURA. We've been very happy all summer.
JOHN. Very.
LAURA. [_Rises, sits on left arm of chair, her arm over back_.] And
this thing has gradually been growing on us?
JOHN. That's true.
LAURA. I didn't think that, when I came out here to Denver to play in
a little stock company, it was going to bring me all this happiness,
but it has, hasn't it?
JOHN. Yes.
LAURA. [_Changing her position, sits on his lap, arms around his
neck_.] And now the season's over and there is nothing to keep me in
Colorado, and I've got to go back to New York to work.
JOHN. I know; I've been awake all night thinking about it.
LAURA. Well?
JOHN. Well?
LAURA. What are we going to do?
JOHN. Why, you've got to go, I suppose.
LAURA. Is it good-bye?
JOHN. For a while, I suppose--it's good-bye.
LAURA. What do you mean by a while?
[LAURA _turns_ JOHN'S _face to her, looks at him searchingly_.
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