Mrs. Reynolds.
Yes, Joy, but I haven't had much joy since I married. [Breaking down.] Oh, but I want it! I want joy and happiness.
Hamilton.
[After a pause. Rising and moving to r. and not quite knowing what to say to her; she glances at him quickly as he does so.] Things will look brighter to-morrow.
Mrs. Reynolds.
[Despondently.] No, I've waited for years for things to be brighter to-morrow.
Hamilton.
[Sympathetically.] I fear you are very tired.
Mrs. Reynolds.
I am. [With a side glance at the things on the table.] I've had nothing since morning.
Hamilton.
Haven't you? [Suddenly remembering.] Why, neither have I!
Mrs. Reynolds.
Nothing to eat since morning! [Rising.] You poor boy! [Putting her arms on his and then going quickly to back of c. table.] Why, you've got all sorts of things here—and wine.
Hamilton.
Will you have a glass of wine?
