[ELFIE _leads_ LAURA _over to
armchair, places muff, &c., in chair, and sits_ LAURA _down in chair_.
ELFIE _sits on right arm of chair with her left arm behind_ LAURA;
_hugs_ LAURA _to her_. LAURA _in tears and sobbing during scene_.]
I'm awful sorry--on the level, I am. I shouldn't have said it. I know
that. But I've got feelings too, even if folks don't give me credit
for it.
LAURA. I know, Elfie. I've gone through about all I can stand.
ELFIE. Well, I should say you have--and more than I would. Anyway a
good cry never hurts any woman. I have one myself, sometimes--under
cover.
LAURA. [_More seriously, recovering herself_.] Perhaps what you said
was true.
ELFIE. We won't talk about it.
[_Wiping_ LAURA'S _eyes and kissing her_.
LAURA. [_With persistence_.] But perhaps it was true, and, Elfie--
ELFIE. Yes.
LAURA. I think I've stood this just as long as I can. Every day is a
living horror.
ELFIE. [_Looking around room_.] It's the limit.
LAURA. I've got to have money to pay the rent. I've pawned everything
I have, except the clothes on my back.
ELFIE. I'll give you all the money you need, dearie. Great heavens,
don't worry about that. Don't you care if I got sore and--and lost my
head.
LAURA. No; I can't let you do that. [_Rises; crosses to table_.] You
may have been mad,--awfully mad,--but what you said was the truth. I
can't take your money. [_Sits right of table_.
ELFIE. Oh, forget that.
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