[More and more bitterly sarcastic]
And you ought to have a baby, Doctor! You will never know what life is, you’ll never be really happy until you’ve had a baby, Doctor—a fine, healthy baby!
[She laughs a bitter, sneering laugh]
Darrell
[After a quick, keen glance, thinking]
Good! . . . she’s going to tell . . .
[Meekly]
I recognize my arguments. Was I really wrong on every point, Nina?
Nina
[Harshly]
On every single point, Doctor!
Darrell
[Glancing at her keenly]
But how? You haven’t given the baby end of it a chance yet, have you?
Nina
[Bitterly]
Oh, haven’t I?
[Then bursts out with intense bitterness]
I’ll have you know I’m not destined to bear babies, Doctor!
Darrell
[Startledly]
What’s that? . . . why not? . . .
[Again with a certain satisfaction]
Can she mean Sam? . . . that he . . .
[Soothingly—but plainly disturbed]
