you think we came to see you, too? Sit down here and be good.[He sits on sofa.]
EMILY-[Softly.]Martha had to leave us to go motoring with Mr. Bigelow.
ESTHER-[Hastily.]And the three children.
CURTIS-[Frowning grumpily.]Hm! Big and his eternal kids.[He sighs. They exchange meaning glances. CURT seems to feel ashamed of his grumpiness and tries to fling it off-with a cheerful smile.] But what the deuce! I must be getting selfish to grudge Martha her bit of fresh air. You don't know what it means to outdoor animals like us to be pent up.[He springs to his feet and paces back and forth nervously.] We're used to living with the sky for a roof- [Then interestedly.]Did Martha tell you I'd definitely decided to go on the five year Asian expedition?
ESTHER-Curt! You're not!
EMILY-And leave Martha here-all alone-for five years?
JAYSON-Yes, you can't take Martha with you this time, you know.
CURTIS-[With a laugh.]No? What makes you so sure of that? [As they look mystified, he continues confidentially.] I'll let you in on the secret-only you must all promise not to breathe a word to Martha-until to-morrow. To-morrow is her birthday, you know, and this is a surprise I've saved for her.[They all nod.] I've been intriguing my damnedest for the past month to get permission for Martha to go with me. It was difficult because women are supposed to be barred.[Happily.] But I've succeeded. The letter came this morning. How tickled to death she'll be when she hears! I know she's given up hope.[Thoughtfully.] I suppose it's that has been making her act so out-of-sorts lately.
JAYSON-[Worriedly.]Hmm! But would you persist in going-alone- if you knew it was impossible for her-?
CURTIS-[Frowning.]I can't imagine it without her. You people can't have any idea what a help-a chum-she's been. You can't believe that a woman could be-so much that-in a life of that kind-how I've grown to depend on her. The thousand details-she attends to them all. She remembers everything. Why, I'd be lost. I wouldn't know how to start.[With a laugh.] I know this sounds like a confession of weakness but it's true just the same.[Frowning again.] However, naturally my work must always be the first consideration. Yes, absolutely![Then with glad relief.] But what's the use of rambling on this way? We can both go, thank heaven!
MRS. DAVIDSON-[Sternly.]No. SHE cannot go. And it is YOUR duty-
CURTIS-[Interrupting her with a trace of impatience.]Oh, come! That's all nonsense, Aunt. You don't understand the kind of woman Martha is.
MRS. DAVIDSON-[Harshly.]The women I understand prefer rearing their children to selfish gallivanting over the world.
CURTIS-[Impatiently.]But we have no children now, Aunt.
MRS. DAVIDSON-I know that, more's the pity. But later-
CURTIS-[Emphatically.]No, I tell you! It's impossible!
MRS. DAVIDSON-[Grimly.]I have said my last word. Go your own road and work your own ruin.
CURTIS-[Brusquely.]I think I'll change my togs and go for a walk. Excuse me for a second. I'll be right down again.[He goes out, rear.]
EMILY-[With her false air of innocence.]Curt acts so funny, doesn't he? Did you notice how emphatic he was about its being impossible? And he said Martha seemed to him to be acting queer lately-with him, I suppose he meant.
ESTHER-He certainly appeared put out when he heard she'd gone motoring with Big.
JAYSON-[Moodily.]This dislike of the very mention of children. It isn't like Curt, not a bit.
JOHN-There's something rotten in Denmark somewhere. This family will yet live to regret having accepted a stranger-
SHEFFIELD-[Mollifyingly-with a judicial air.]Come now! This is all only suspicion. There is no evidence; you have no case; and the defendant is innocent until you have proved her guilty, remember.[Getting to his feet.] Well, let's break up. Esther, you and I ought to be getting home.[They all rise.]
JAYSON-[Testily.]Well, if I were sure it would all blow over without any open scandal, I'd offer up a prayer of thanks.[The Curtain Falls]
SCENE-CURTIS JAYSON'S study. On the left, forward, a gun rack in which are displayed several varieties of rifles and shotguns. Farther back, three windows looking out on the garden. In the rear wall, an open fireplace with two leather arm-chairs in front of it. To right of fireplace, a door leading into the living-room. In the far right corner, another chair. In the right wall, three windows looking out on the lawn and garden. On this side, front, a typewriting table with machine and chair. Opposite the windows on the right, a bulky leather couch, facing front. In front of the windows on the left, a long table with stacks of paper piled here and there on it, reference books, etc. On the left of table, a swivel chair. Gray oak bookcases are built into the cream rough plaster walls which are otherwise almost hidden from view by a collection of all sorts of hunter's trophies, animal heads of all kinds. The floor is covered with animal skins-tiger, polar bear, leopard, lion, etc. Skins are also thrown over the backs of the chairs. The sections of the bookcase not occupied by scientific volumes have been turned into a specimen case for all sorts of zoological, geological, anthropological oddities.
It is mid-morning, sunny and bright, of the following day.
