WILL. Just thought you might meet him, that's all. Don't get sore
about it.
LAURA. I'm not.
_She holds the telegram crumpled in one hand_. WILL _lays down the
paper, and regards_ LAURA _curiously. She sees the expression on his
face and averts her head in order not to meet his eye_.
LAURA. What are you looking at me that way for?
WILL. I wasn't conscious that I was looking at you in any particular
way--why?
LAURA. Oh, nothing. I guess I'm nervous, too.
[_Lies on sofa_.
WILL. I dare say you are. [_A pause_.
LAURA. Yes, I am. [WILL _crosses to_ LAURA.
WILL. You know I don't want to delve into a lot of past history at
this time, but I've got to talk to you for a moment.
LAURA. Why don't you do it some other time? I don't want to be talked
to now. [_Rises and crosses a little to left_.
WILL. But I've got to do it just the same.
LAURA. [_Trying to affect an attitude of resigned patience and
resignation_.] Well, what is it? [_Resuming seat on sofa_.
WILL. You've always been on the square with me, Laura. That's why I've
liked you a lot better than the other women.
LAURA. Are you going into all that again now, this morning? I thought
we understood each other.
WILL. So did I, but somehow I think that maybe we _don't_ quite
understand each other.
LAURA. In what way? [_Turns to_ WILL.
WILL. [_Looking her straight in the eye_.] That letter I dictated to
you the day that you came back to me, and left it for you to mail--did
you mail it?
LAURA.
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