Come in.
WILL _enters. His dress is that of a man of business, the time being
about February. He is well groomed and brings with him the impression
of easy luxury_.
WILL. [_As he enters_.] Hello, Laura.
_There is an obvious embarrassment on the part of each of them. She
rises, goes to him and extends her hand_.
LAURA. I'm--I'm glad to see you, Will.
WILL. Thank you.
LAURA. Won't you sit down?
WILL. [_Regaining his ease of manner_.] Thank you again.
[_Puts hat and cane at end of wardrobe; removes overcoat and places it
on back of armchair; sits in armchair_.
LAURA. [_Sits right of table_.] It's rather cold out, isn't it?
WILL. Just a bit sharp.
LAURA. You came with Elfie in the car?
WILL. She picked me up at Martin's; we lunched there.
LAURA. By appointment?
WILL. I'd asked her.
LAURA. Well?
WILL. Well, Laura.
LAURA. She told you?
WILL. Not a great deal. What do you want to tell me?
LAURA. [_Very simply, and avoiding his glance_.] Will, I'm ready to
come back.
WILL. [_With an effort concealing his sense of triumph and
satisfaction. Rises, crosses to_ LAURA.] I'm mighty glad of that,
Laura. I've missed you like the very devil.
LAURA. Do we--do we have to talk it over much?
[_Crosses to left of table in front of bed_.
WILL. Not at all unless you want to. I understand--in fact, I always
have.
LAURA. [_Wearily_.] Yes, I guess you always did. I didn't.
[_Crosses and sits right of table_.
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