THE RETURN OF THE SOLDIER
in the other were Kitty and I, in bright dresses, walking through the garden . . . just as we are for always. There’s nothing more to us than what you see. He looked into Margaret’s crystal for a long time, and gave just a glance at ours before he put out his hand . . . for hers . . . and his sleeve caught our ball and sent it on to the floor, shivered into a thousand pieces. The old man went on smiling, just the same . . . no more interested in us than in the bare-armed woman next door.
Frank : Well?
Jenny : That’s all.
Frank : I don’t understand.
Jenny : No, I don’t know that I expected you to.
Frank : Unless you mean it as a parable of the most offensive and blasphemous kind.
Jenny : It’s all inhuman . . . fantastic cruelty. Nobody cares.
Frank : My dear Jenny, that is a state of mind that cannot possibly bring you any comfort. . . .
Jenny : It doesn’t. It’s how I see it. That’s all.
[Ellen announces: “Mrs. Grey.”? Margaret comes in.
Jenny : Oh, good afternoon. (They shake hands.) You know my cousin, I think?
Margaret : (bowing to Frank) : Yes. He was here the first time. I left my hat and coat in the
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