I think not.
WILL. [_Passing her the time-table_.] Well, that's the best I can do
for you.
LAURA. Thank you. [_Crosses and puts time-table in desk_.
WILL. [_Takes up the paper again_. LAURA _looks at clock_.] By George,
this is funny.
LAURA. What?
WILL. Speak of the devil, you know.
LAURA. Who?
WILL. Your old friend Madison.
LAURA. [_Utters a slight exclamation and makes an effort to control
herself_.] What--what about him?
WILL. He's been in Chicago.
LAURA. How do you know?
WILL. Here's a despatch about him.
LAURA. [_Coming quickly over to him, looks over his shoulder_.]
What--where--what's it about?
WILL. Well, I'm damned if he hasn't done what he said he'd do--see!
[_Holds the paper so that she can see_. LAURA _takes paper_.] He's
been in Chicago, and is on his way to New York. He's struck it rich
in Nevada and is coming with a lot of money. Queer, isn't it? [LAURA
_puts paper on table_.] Did you know anything about it? [_Lights
cigarette_.
LAURA. No, no; nothing at all. [_Crosses to bureau_.
WILL. Lucky for him, eh?
LAURA. Yes, yes; it's very nice.
WILL. Too bad he couldn't get this a little sooner, eh, Laura?
LAURA. Oh, I don't know--I don't think it's too bad. What makes you
ask?
WILL. Oh, nothing. I suppose he ought to be here to-day. Are you going
to see him if he looks you up?
LAURA. No, no; I don't want to see him. You know that, don't you, that
I don't want to see him? What makes you ask these questions? [_Crosses
to sofa and sits_.
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